☾ｍｏｏｎ✸ｅｍｂｒａｃｅｓ☾ｔｈｅ✸ｓｕｎ [ｏｐｅｎ]

[Keriae]

{ Snatcher } { Thirty-six moons }


"Children, gather round! No retreat, no surrender; that is Spartan law. And by Spartan law we will stand and fight... and die. A new age has begun. An age of freedom, and all will know, that 300 Spartans gave their last breath to defend it!"


Name: Snatcher
Gender: Male
Age: Thirty-six moons
Rank: Rogue.




Appearance: Snatcher is a large tom, towering over the many different felines that he meets. Matching his tall, stong size, are his paws. Like great flat stones of fur, equipt with long, sharp claws like black steel. Everything about Snatcher is large, which he uses to his advantage when in a fight or to get what he wants.

This tom may look average from a distance, but once you get closer, it is very clear that he is unqiue. Instead of just brown fur, this tom's fur is a mixture of brown and russet, quite dark. On top of this, melting down his sides in clear patterns are dark brown, very nearly black stripes of broken mackerel tabby. On the tip of each single fur, there is a grey white, but it is so small that it is barely even noticable. The only other colour is the brilliant white of his lower jaw, throat and chest.

Even Snatcher's eyes are unqiue. They may be amber, but are bordering on gold in shade, and so often glinting with either anger or bloodlust.

Snatcher has many scars, but most of them are small and not noticable under his thick fur. The two that are, however, are large, with no fur. One runs over his right eye, starting just above and running underneath down his cheek. Luckily, it missed his eye.
The other is thick, and scored across his right flank, running from his shoulder, all the way down to his hip.




Personality: Snatcher is obviously a deadly enemy. Having been trained in the ways of SkullClan since he was a mere four moon old kit, he excelled in the art of the fight and was thrown out into the wild at fourteen moons of age. When he returned, he returned as a warrior.

Bloodthirsty is one word for him. Snatcher will not hesitate to kill another cat, and he knows not of mercy. Every cat outside his Clan is an enemy, and the other Clan that constantly raged war against them.

However, this tom is also noble, and strong. He will always protect any cat. He also has an air of authority, and demands respect from his mere presence. He is a very good mentor, and will often be found at the training sessions, pitting cat against cat ruthlessly.

Strengths: Snatcher is smart. This can make him seem stuck up, but he prides himself in it.

Flaws: Creativity. That's what Snatcher lacks. He can't think anything up that's unique and unexpected, unless he has a sudden flash of inspiration. He is quite narrow-minded too. He likes to see evidence of something before he accepts it.

Love interest: Snatcher has no current love interest.




History: Snatcher was born a rogue, to a vicious and his mate. He was an only kit, and clearly very strong for it. The moons passed quickly and he was soon thrown into a world of violence and pain, taught the ways of rogues; no pain, no mercy. He was taught that death on the battlefield was the most glorious, beautiful death. He was taught to steal, to kill. He was forced to fight. Starved. Constantly tested. Never to retreat. Never to surrender. For the training was long, and harsh, manufactured over moons to create the finest "warriors" ever known.

At fourteen moons, he was thrown out into the wild, to fend for himself for half a moon. There, he ran into an older, more experianced cat; a cat from the Clan. There was a fierce fight in the leafbare snow, blood staining the white powder pink. By using his surroundings, Snatcher cornered the black tom and slashed his claws across his throat, successful.

After a half moon, he returned a (rogue) warrior, bearing half-healed scars and looking glad to be home. This was short lived, as his parents continued to punish him. Angry, he killed them and stalked away, leaving their bodies to be pecked at by carrion crows.

Other: Images belong to their rightful owners.
Quotes from 300
Character belongs to me.

[elfish]

|| Accepted ^~^ ||

[Keriae]

(Thank you ^.^ )

[Paintedbythewind]

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Name:
"My name is Redpath, and you shall address me as such,"
This handsome ginger tom was given the prefix "Red" for his pelt, and "Path" for an unknown reason.

Age:
"31 moons, I'm not that old,"
He's 31, he was born in leaf-fall.

Gender:
"Do you really have to ask?"
Quite obviously, Redpath's a dude.

Rank:
"Little old medicine cat..."
Surely that's obvious.

Appearance:

"Well, I'm quite handsome if I do say so myself."
Redpath is a deep, rich ginger colour, and is totally that colour from his ears to his tail, aside from his soft, creamy-coloured underbelly that starts halfway down his stomach and stretches up to just underneath his chin. He has an exceptionally long tail, dark ginger like the rest of him. Redpath is quite tall, with broad shoulders and a strong, well proportioned frame. His hind legs are powerfully muscled and slightly bigger than his forelegs, allowing him to jump higher than usual, and his build and very long banner ive him the balance he needs to achieve such a jump. Redpath is actually quite handsome, sporting a neat, angular face with large, cone like ears. He always has a smile to go with it.


Shortened appearance:
Tall ginger tom with a cream underbelly and amber eyes. Very long tail.


Personality:
"Locked away, behind a mask."

Redpath is a charming, good-natured tom that always has a smile stuck on his face. He's funny, kind, and just the tiniest bit clumsy. He was born to be a medicine cat, despite his strong build he'd always had a heart for healing. Despite what he shows on the outside - his loving and caring self, he doesn't actually like it. He's quite the case. Redpath around others is happy-go-lucky and outgoing, but it's just a mask. And seemingly, a mask he can't escape. Around others he keeps up his outgoing self so no one can see what's going on inside. At first, it was just so he didn't cause trouble and worry. Now he's stuck behind that mask. In reality, he's lonely, lost and hurt. Redpath lost all he cared for when he was young. He so resisted change. Redpath refused to have his heart broken again. So he locked himself away, accepted being a medicine cat, and he got his wish. Now he's cramped into this appearance of happiness when really he's just broken apart inside.

History:
"I started off as just a normal kit...with my best friend Shadowkit. We had so much fun, playing together. Our mothers were friends too! We had all kinds of games that we played together, like "Catch-the-mouses", and I especially loved playing "Medicine cat,", where Shadowkit pretended to be the hurt warrior and I fixed her! We were together from the start, and I made sure we were never separate."

Redpath was born to a clan cat, and a rogue. His mother never told who fathered them, so everyone assumed that he was a full clan cat. Redpath doesn't even know himself that he is part rogue. He grew up with no siblings, but with a fellow kit, born just two days later, Shadowkit. The two were inseparable from birth.

"One day, Feathertail, my mentor, came to me and asked if I wanted to learn the ways of a medicine cat. I naturally accepted, and Shadowkit chose the warrior's life. We were apprenticed together. I still remember the smile on her face as our leader announced her. I knew she was going to be great, and promised to always heal her wounds when she fought. She promised to guard me and to help me with errands. we were over the moon. Then one day, my mother, Shadowpaw, and both our mentors were on patrol. Feathertail and I were to gather herbs, when a fox attacked. I hadn't been taught basic fighting moves yet, so Shadowpaw stood right be me and the fox didn't touch me once. When it retreated, Shadowpaw asked me if I was alright. I said yes and thanked her. She said she'd always be there for me, and I felt in my heart something stirr. It was immediately broken when my eyes found my mother...dead, torn apart. I broke down, and Shadowpaw comforted me in my pain. She was my only comfort."

Redkit slowly grew into Redpaw. He chose the life of a medicine cat - he had always had a love for healing. Then, on his first herb-gathering trip, he went with a hunting party. His mother was on patrol with him, his mentor, and Shadowpaw and her mentor, when they were attacked by foxes. Redpaw watched his mother's life slip away as Shadowpaw and her mentor fought back the beast. His mentor, the previous medicine cat, was unable to save her, and Redpaw wasn't either. He had lost all faith in himself that day. Redpaw's only known kin was gone, and he was so broken inside. His only consolation was Shadowpaw.

"I still remember the day when Runningpaw came to us. He was a rogue they picked up, but he had humbly asked to join the clan, after watching us closely for a while. Our leader accepted, but no one wanted to be his friend. So Shadowpaw and I approached and asked him to join us. We were best friends almost instantly. I was so happy - I had forgotten my hurt that I had form losing my mother and I opened up. Runningpaw was like my older brother. Slowly, leaf fall became leaf bare, and that's when Runningpaw caught greencough. I did all I could for him but he slipped away. The last thing he said to me was, 'I will watch you from the stars, always remember our friendship, what we had. I will look after your mother for you' Then he left me. "

Then, one day, the two added a third to their party. Runningpaw. He was handsome and cheery and he was like an older brother to Redpaw and Shadowpaw. So when he died of greencough, at the very paws of Redpaw, the ginger tom nearly died himself. He couldn't save his best friend form illness. What kind of med-cat was he? Once again, Shadowpaw was there for him and the two grew up.

"I was so beat up after losing one of my best friends. Again, Shadowpaw was there and I opened up. Then, one night at the ancient oak I received my name. The same night Shadowpaw would receive hers! But when I returned...bloodshed. She was gone...her neck broken and her eyes staring straight through me. Oh, how I was torn apart that night. I went alone, by myself, and asked that Runningpaw watch over our partner in crime, joy, and fun. Then I turned around. Bottled up my sadness. And put on the mask I still wear today."

One night, he got named Redpath. He was over the moon, as Shadowpaw was to become Shadowsong that night too. He got back...and was met with the sightless, dead eyes of his friend, killed by falling off of a very tall rock, broken neck. Redpath was so lost... and still is. His heart is still torn up. He may be a medicine cat, but he can't heal his broken heart.


Kin:
"Well...I don't really know any of them."

Sunfeather - mother - deceased
Rusty - father - unknown
No siblings

Other:

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Name:
"We're Mousefur and Tinypelt!"
These two twins were given their names for the fact that they are - well, small. Mousefur was given his prefix for his fur colour, also.

Age:
"23 moons young!"
They are both 23 moons, and were born in greenleaf.

Gender:
"He's the girl, she's the boy! Wait..."
Tinypelt is female
Mosuefur is male

Rank:
"Mousefur the mighty warrior, and Tinypelt, a young queen expecting her first kits."
Mousefur the so-called warrior
Tinypelt is an expecting queen


Appearance:

"Mousefur's the handsomest! But only 'cause Tinypelt's a "she"..."

Mousefur and Tinypelt look exactly the same. Exactly. Aside from Tinypelt's belly, which is swollen with kits, and the fact they are of the opposite gender, the two have no differences. Both of them are a soft, pale cream colour painted on the softest fur. White underbellies, tail tips and two hind paws highlight their features, all underneath black, classical tabby markings. The tabby twins have the palest of green eyes, with golden flecks in them that accent the green. Tinypelt and Mousefur both have very small, stocky builds, with neither of them being taller than a tall-ish apprentice. Their stocky yet small builds give them the advantage of quickness and strength in one, although with this the two - Tinypelt in particular- have never been the best hunters.


Personality:
"We look alike, but couldn't be more different."

Mousefur is a quiet, intelligent and reserved tom. He can be quite the loner when he pleases, and finds it hard to make friends easily, it takes him time and the opposite party patience to get to be his friend. Very studious, hardworking and always focused, Mousefur is. At a glance, he seems quite the cat that should be a medicine cat. Not so. When you get to know Mousefur, you realize that he's actually just as bad as the rest of the toms. He can be quite immature at times, too, but always keeps it restricted. He can always tell when enough is enough and will stop the game.

Tinypelt is loud, boisterous and fun-loving. She never gives up - a "never say die" kind of cat. She always enjoys a good romp and often acts like an apprentice, her attitude matches her size. Tinypelt is just a joy to be around. When she's not being playful, she's joking and laughing. She's just downright fun. But she's been hurt before. Don't provoke her history, or who her mate was. She distrusts other cats easily, so evoking bad memories can put you in her bad books.

History:

"Mousefur got it easy. Tinypelt....not so much."

Tinypelt's history;

"I was born a normal kitten, alongside Mousekit and one other kit who did not take his first breath. Our mother loved us dearly, and like the other kits in the den, we grew up just like normal. Mousekit and I were close from the very beginning."

Tinykit was born to Frostfeather and Stoneheart. Frostfeather was a plain cream with a single white tail tip, and Stoneheart was a grey tabby. Tinykit grew up with nothing to fear; no worries.

"It sorta changed when I became an apprentice. Mousepaw was often away training, and when he was free, I wasn't. We never grew apart, but I felt lonely most of the time. So when Sparrowpaw came along...well...it started off as a friendship and it slowly grew to me liking him. He was so sweet to me, and I adored him. I couldn't wait to become a warrior, so I could confess. I felt too young as an apprentice. So I waited to that fateful day."

Tinypaw found herself liking Sparrowpaw. He was a handsome brown tom with a striking white star on his forhead, and a cream underbelly. She fell in love with him, adoring him through and through. She decided to tell him the day they became warriors....

"When I and my brother were named, so was Sparrowpaw. I became Tinypelt, my brother Mousefurm and Sparrowpaw became Sparrowclaw. That night I decided - I would have to tell him. I adored him and had no wish to live without him. Even if he totally ignored me. Well, it turned out that Sparrowclaw beat me to it. He dragged me aside and begged me to be his mate. He didn't have to beg for long. Soon we were mates, then something horrid happened....one day, I felt sick and went to see the medicine cat. She said I was expecting kits! I was over the moon..but...the moment I stepped out Sparrowclaw was dragged in. Dead...."

Tinypelt's mate was killed the day she found out she was expecting. It broke her heart. With Mousefur's help, she slowly recovered, but still mourns for him. She hopes one day her kits will follow in their father's footsteps, oh, but how she longs to see her love one last time.



Kin:
"Well, we're twins, what more do ya need?"

Frostfeather - mother - deceased
Stoneheart - father - unknown
Each other
Brackentail - Tinypelt's mate - deceased

[elfish]

[batheir]

{

could I reserve prophecy cat moon? And does the cat's name have to start with it?

[leblanc]

{@Atmosphere, I already reserved Moon, sorry ^^"

[leblanc]

How can you see
Into my eyes
Like open doors?
Leading me down
Into my core
Where I've become so numb...

Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping
Somewhere cold
Until you find it
There and lead
Me back... Home.

Wake me up inside
Wake me up inside
Call my name and
Save me from the dark.

Bid my blood to run
Before I come undone
Save me from the nothing
I've become.

Name;;
"The name's Moon, simply Moon."
Age;;
"I'm exactly 14 moons old."
Gender;;
"Did you think I was a Tom? I am a she-cat, thank you very much."
Rank;;
"I'm a rogue and proud of it. I'm not planning on being a Warrior."
Appearance;;
Moon is a black she-cat with icy blue eyes and a few scars on her
paws and sides, and her legs. She has a pink nose and pink pads,
and her fur fluffs out slightly. She has well-defined muscles under
her fur. Her blue eyes are so icy they could make a cat cringe.
She has one large scar on her side, and her pads are well chafed.
Shortened appearance;;
Moon is a black she-cat with blue eyes and well-defined muscles.
Personality;;
She has a dry-humored personality, and she ignores most. When
a cat is in danger shell resist the urge to help it but eventually
helps. When she sees a lost kit she gets a soft side and cares for
the kit until it is found. She can get snappy and tempered, but
overall she seems to have two personalities in all.
History;;
When Moon was a kit, she was born into the Clan at the name of
Featherkit. She was growing up to be an aspiring warrior, until
the Clan found out that she was mates with a rogue. They kicked
her out when Featherkit was a 'paw, and Featherpaw followed. She
changed her name to Moon because the night that her mother was
kicked out, it was a full moon. She has never seen the Clan, her
father, her mother or her siblings since then.
{Side Note, she was born before her sisters and brother because they
had come from a different litter}
Kin;;
-Rage{Father, unknown}
-Flowerpetal{Mother, deceased}
-Emberpaw{Sister, alive}
-Silentpaw{Sister, alive}
-Fallenpaw{Brother, alive}
Other;;
She's a Prophecy Cat

Yay! I finally finished it. It's on Pg. 2.

[elfish]

|| Atmosphere ;; Yeah, sorry, the Moon Prophecy cat has been taken :c But high positions are still open; I'm actually surprised no one jumped to be leader xD

Tigerpelt ;; Accepted ^~^||

[Paintedbythewind]

[ Have half done Redpath....he's the meddy cat, I bags it. X3 ]