ƑlightClan • Semi-lit+ • [ Final Announcement pg.48 ]

[yeentei]

could I reserve a deputy and warrior? c:

[Taiyo]

Okai~ *u* will be reserved for two days!

[Froas]

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xxxxname: mintfrost
xxxxgender: she-cat
xxxxage: 32 moons
xxxxrank: medicine cat

xxxxeyes: a soft sky blue
xxxxpelt: like morning frost

xxxxgood traits: patient, wise, thoughtful
xxxxbad traits: shy, defensive
xxxxstrengths: thinking, herbs, speed,
xxxxxknowledge of rare diseases
xxxxweaknesses: suspicious of others
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xxxxpersonality:

Mintfrost is a sweet and gentle cat who can get along with just about any cat in the forest. You have to really try before you start to get on her nerves, but she usually wont hold a grudge. She really loves what she does and likes feeling like the mother of the clan, even though she can't have any kits herself. Kits are her favorite thing about life, and she has the patience to deal with them all day. If it wasn't for her ties to starclan, then more than likely she would already have kits of her own. Some find being a medicine cat a burden, but this was Mintfrost's way of life and would never abandon it, for it would be like abandoning the clan. One thing that Mintfrost loves to do when she isn't taking care of cats is to catch prey, even when it isn't for herself. She loves the thrill of the chase.But when the day is done, she is always Flightclan's loyal medicine cat.

xxxxhistory:

Mintkit knew that she had once had a brother, but she never realized it was his death that made her father ignore her so completely for the first moons of her life, walking by with only a blank glance at her small figure now and then whenever she made noise. He had wanted a son, and instead he had sired a daughter. Daisymask left him after that and mate became former mate. She raised Mintkit in a way that would have warmed the heart of any other queen and didn't hide the fact that her own father didn't love her. Mintkit acknowledged this and it didn't bother her much after she became an apprentice. It was around this time that a patrol reported four loners hanging around deep in Flightclan territory. Being the mischievous cats they were, Mintpaw and two of her denmates went out looking for the loners. They found them. Lightningpaw and Rockypaw scampered away but Mintpaw held her ground against the threats of the imposing loners. The loners fled before the clan can find them but she followed, tracking their scent just out of Flightclan territory. Glinty, the serious black tomcat leading the group, turns back to scout and finds her in her nest asleep. His mate, the gentle Pinkpink, convinces him that they shouldn't kill Mintpaw, but pays no heed to her words as he lept onto the defenseless apprentice. Her yowling could be heard throughout the forest and alerted a patrol as they sprang into action and attacked the loners. For the young apprentice it was too late, she had suffered too much injury to continue her path as a warrior. It was then she made the choice to become a medicine cat. The loners had damaged her back legs, keeping her from being able to run, and being able to escape from potential dangers. She studied under a grumpy mentor named Bluefur and eventually became a full fledged medicine cat. After a few moons of her promotion, Bluefur was killed in a raid from a group of rouges, leaving the young white apprentice alone.

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xxxxname: softpaw
xxxxgender: she-cat
xxxxage: 7 moons
xxxxrank: apprentice

xxxxeyes: a silvery blue
xxxxpelt: off white with brown accents

xxxxgood traits: kind, curious, attentive
xxxxbad traits: shy, curious, nosy
xxxxstrengths: swimming, climbing, sneaking,
xxxxweaknesses: low self confidence
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xxxxcrush: Softpaw has a slight crush on Frostpaw. She likes his confidence in himself, something she can't seem to find in herself.
xxxxmate: none
xxxxkits: none
xxxxappearance:

Softpaw is a quite small cat. Her fur is thick and makes life torture living in the forest. She has light brow accents on her face, tail, and ears. Her eyes are a silver gray like the color of clouds in winter. The pads on her paws are pink & delicate, making training lessons difficult in the woods.

xxxxpersonality:

Softpaw is all in all a very shy she-cat. Bashful, sheepish, reserved. Although that doesn't mean she is antisocial. She's actually quite smooth with words and talking. She just takes awhile to open up to people. Especially toms. But if you like her, don't expect her to open up and be the man, and tell you how she feels. Like we said, she is shy. Softpaw is also a very gentle young cat. Kind, tender, good-natured. She doesn't get angry, even in situations where she should. She doesn't like to hurt others, or break the rules. She's a very compassionate person and chooses not to do things in which would make people unhappy. She also a very secretive person. Quiet, silent, uncommunicative. Softpaw plays her cards close to her chest, if you know what I mean. She doesn't like telling others about her feelings, or her past. And you certainly can't force her to. Because she does not like to hurt people, she does not like to tell them her true opinions. Especially if it's a bad one. Even if Softpaw lets off an antisocial attitude towards others, she really doesn't like to be alone for long amounts of time. Whether she likes you or not she'll follow right behind you as long as it means she doesn't have to be alone. Softpaw is one of those cats who are easily amused. She seems like such a serious gal, does she not? She'll laugh at your jokes. Whether it's pathetic or actually quite funny, she'll laugh. Sometimes she will laugh because it's so retarded it's funny. And sometimes she will laugh because it would be impolite not to. But all in all, you can make her laugh, or smile. Mainly because she is easy to please. You wouldn't expect it from such a quiet and mature person..but yeah. That's how it is.

xxxxhistory:

Softpaw was born between to loyal cats of Flightclan, at least that is what she has been told. Her mother for sure was a Flightclan cat, but her father... she isn't so sure. Her mother was a warrior but she had always wanted to be a medicine cat, ever since she was a little kit, but Starclan never sent a sign to the medicine cat telling him that she was the one, so she stuck to her path as warrior. Because of that though, her mother always was trying to force her way of life on poor Softpaw, she wanted her to become a medicine cat where she could not. One day she flat out refused to ever become a medicine cat, its not what she wanted, she told her mother. Her mother flew into a rage and stalked out of camp, her tail twitching back and forth as if she were about to claw an enemy cat's ears off. One moonrise, two moonrise, a whole moon, her mother stalked off into the forest and hadn't returned. Her father was growing weak with grief and would probably die from lack of nutrients. Everyone always said Softpaw's mother was crazy, she just didn't believe the until now. She was nursing from another queen until either her mother came back or she was weaned from milk an started to eat like the older cats. Softpaw's apprenticeship had begun and both parents were believed to be deceased. Softpaw couldn't help but to be sad, but she kept her facade of happiness on for everyone to see. Every day she went training with her mentor and the thoughts of her mother couldn't be farther from her mind; who could be sad when she was having so much fun. But the day came when she had to face the daunting truth. A rouge came padding into camp as if he owned the place, and he was met with growls and flashing of claws. He walked up to Softpaw, his breath smelled of crowfood as he told her the story of what happened to her mother while she left the camp. She went for a walk but was captured by a band of rouges near the edge of the territory and was taken to their "camp". She felt at home there and stayed. Not too many weeks later she was attacked by a wave of rats, riddled with disease. Nothing they could do would help her and she died of infection. After the rouge told his story, he padded out of camp as quickly as he came an vanished amongst the undergrowth. With tears in her eyes, Softpaw walked over to the apprentice den and flopped on a nest and howled, she howl as loud as she could for she cared not who heard her as her howls lead to whimpers and she fell into a deep slumber.

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[Taiyo]

of course! :'3 a spot will be reserved for two days!

[munchkin cat.]

Name-RavenFlight
Gender- Female
Rank-Warrior

Description-
She is tall and slim built for speed and agility as well as for moving quickly while in battle. She has medium sized rounded paws allowing her to keep balance along the ground while chasing her prey, as well as allow her to jump unto it once close enough. Her legs are tall as in contrast with her body, but her hindlegs and shoulders are were her true power is. Her constant running and just excercise has built up her muscle allowing her to cover ground easily as well as quickly, a mere black blur running through the forest. She has a small build, but she isn't just a skinny little scrap mind you. She has tall erect ears and a medium lenghth muzzle, with soft green eyes and a long tail, with that this completes her apperance.

Personality-
Sarcastic, Optimistic, loves a challenge, Independent, Attitude problem, Curious

Optimistic is one word to define her cheerfulness, she's usually always in a good mood and can be caught humming or singing to herself all the time. But it's more than just happiness even in the darkest and most difficult problems she manages to see the light or 'see the bright side' of every situation.

Also very sarcastic, she just can't contain herself when she just happens to 'Over hear' a conversation and has the perfect smart*ss remark she just has to say it. When she speaks her sarcasm can sometimes be hard to deceiver from her normal tone and most have to take a moment as to wether she's serious or just pulling their leg.

Very independent. She likes working alone and enjoys being by herself though being a female the call of companionship does call to her from time to time. She prefers solitude rather than companionship and just likes to be by herself most of the time, the only time she usually converses with others is family or a few close friends she has grown to know. But also because she's independent she doesn't accept help very easily, even when she breaks down in tears she wil simply dismiss you if you want to help you have to ignore her complaints and just do it before she would give in.

Loves a challenge. Dare her to do something I dare you. she loves proving someone wrong it just brings a smug smile to her face verytime when someone places an impossible task before her and she accomplishes it. She loves baing dared to do something, or even pushing herself farther until her body just simply gives in, while her body rest though her mind is always thinking of what she could do next.

And maybe a bit of an attitude problem. She isn't one that takes being talked back to lightly, you mummble somthing while she's yelling at you and you'll instantly regret it. you want to say something say it to her face not like a coward behind her back, she hates people that are annoying.

She's very curious she has always been the one to volunteer for any exploration and just loves to learn and see something new. She has gotten in trouble many times for just running off to explore leaving everyone to worry that she had been killed. But she always says "Curiousity killed the cat...But satisfaction brought it back"

»Likes
»Running
»Hunting
»Exploring
»Nature

»Dislikes
»The dark
»Drowning
»Snakes
»Strangers


History-
Ravenfeather of course started out as Ravenkit, she was named this of course by her black pelt her mother had instantly thought of a Raven at the sight of her pelt. Her mother had two kits but her would have been sister was a still born, while Ravenkit was the only survivor of the birth.But like any normal kit she grew and played and annoyed elders with questions and begging for stories until her six moons was up and she was apprenticed.She then was named Ravenpaw and trained for moons learning battle moves, hunting, and just everything about being a warrior. But within a few moons she had learned all her mentor had to teach her and she was then given the name Ravenfeather and has been a warrior protecting and hunting for her clan ever since.

[Taiyo]

@Summers Day;
before I can accept can you please add in her age? :'3 also xDD it seems You named her Ravenflight at the top but in her history she's Ravenfeather? Which one is it? :O

[the timey thing]

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{{ ahh. could I reserve medicine cat apprentice, a warrior, and a loner? c:

[munchkin cat.]

-Haha sorry about that It's RavenFeather and her age is 26 moons-

[pompeiious]

sorry if the history's are a bit... ongoing and boring. i hate making them))

Hawkpelt ~ Warrior~ 29 moons ~ Tom ~ Lillyclan

Name: His name is Hawkpelt .
Age: He is currently 29 moons and counting.
Gender: He is a tom.
Rank: Hawkpelt is a proud warrior of Lillyclan

Description in Words: A short haired chocolate tortoiseshell. His eyes are soft blue. His body is somewhat large compared to other warriors. He's broad shouldered and slender, which allows him to be swift and strong. His ears are always perked up and unlike the rest of his body, a solid chocolate color. His pelt is silky and smooth and his tail his long and low. His paws are a pure white. He has a few battle scars along his throat and flank.
Short Description: Short haired chocolate tortoiseshell with soft blue eyes.

Personality:

Calm
It's pretty hard to tick Hawkpelt off. He's seems to never panic in the worst situations.

Optimistic
Always looking on the bright side, Hawkpelt will do whatever he can to get a cat in a better mood when they're going through the worst.

Worldly
Hawkpelt is having a hard time with Starclan. He slightly believes it may not be true, no one but him knows this.

Dishonest
Hawkpelt has told many lies in his past and more may be on the way.


Determined
Once he's started something. He will finish it. He won't let anyone get in his way.

Curious
Hawkpelt wants to learn all he can.

Competitive
Almost everything to him is a competition, for example, hunting.

History: Born in the middle of leaf-bare, Hawkkit had a small chance of surviving the common greencough. He had a sister, Cinderkit, who died at the end of leaf-bare from the disease. Luckily, he did not catch it. His mother, Fallenleaf, died two moons later from a fox attack. He was adopted by a queen by the name of Silverflower. His apprentice moons were a blur to him as clan life was as it should of been. On the day of his warrior ceremony, named Hawkpelt. His father, Nightfang, who was the deputy at the time, attacked the clan leader after the ceremony. His fathers plan back-fired and was killed in the scrimmage. Realizing Hawkpelt had almost no family left, he tried his best to forget all his history and focus on the clan.

Kin: Once had a sister named Cinderkit. His mothers name was Fallenleaf and his father was Nightfang.
Crush: No one has caught his eye.
Mate: None so far.
Kits: None.

[Taiyo]

@Madwolf;
They will be reserved for two days! ;u;

@Summers Day;
Thank you! ;u; She's accepted!

@nutella_kitty;
Hawkpelt is accepted!