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[bri']

↠ T I G E R P A W ↞

Gender ▸ Tom
Age ▸ 8 Moons
Rank ▸ Apprentice
Mentor ▸ Jayfrost
Status ▸ Single
Tags ▸ None

Tigerpaw sat outside of the apprentice's den, silently watching the sun climb in the sky. The orange tom momentarily wondered what he was supposed to be doing and where his mentor was, when the sound of a bird's wings caught his attention. Tigerpaw swung his head in the direction of the sound to see a bird ascending towards the sky nearby. He pricked his ears before losing interest and turning his amber eyes back towards the camp. The apprentice glanced around, taking note of the other cats left in the camp. He didn't see his mentor, and let loose a small sigh. Camp was relatively boring. Tigerpaw would have much rather been out on a patrol. Not having much of a choice as to what he could do instead of just sitting around, the tabby tom stood up and stretched, before making his way towards the fresh kill pile. Once there, Tigerpaw shifted through what remained of the stock pile and picked a small morsel of a mouse, leaving the plumper, and more appetizing pieces of prey for whoever else had yet to eat a bit of breakfast. Mouse in maw, the lean apprentice found a place to lay down before beginning to eat the fresh kill. With the mouse being of such a small size, it only took Tigerpaw a minute or two to finish it off. Once again bored, the ginger tom settled for grooming his fur to occupy his attention.

[the timey thing]

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ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ,
ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ,
ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴄᴀᴛ.
ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴄᴀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏʟᴅ ᴄᴀᴛ.
ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡɪsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ,
ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀʀᴍɪɴɢ ᴀ ғʟʏ.
ʙᴜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏone ᴡᴀs sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ,
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜɪs ᴜɢʟʏ ғᴀᴄᴇ.


ʙ ᴀ ʀ ᴋ ғ ᴀ ᴄ ᴇ

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ʙᴀsɪᴄs

name ;; Barkface
age ;; Twenty-seven moons
gender ;; Tom
rank ;; Warrior
clan ;; FlightClan

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ

looks ;; Barkface is a very large, muscular cat with a beautiful build. His fur is very sleek, but at the same time soft and fluffy from grooming. At his face is a mixture of brown, black and white, they scattered around in a close resemblance to broken things. They mix into each other, but do not end up becoming a new color. His chest and belly is a soft white, the same colors and somewhat the same pattern going onto the back and tail. His paws are black, though the toes become and muddy-white from moons of walking on them. Both of his eyes are a bright sea-green, but hinting more on the blue side than anything.
personality ;; Ever since he was little he had always been the calm, sophisticated cat of the litter. He's always been looking up to the leader with a great passion, doing everything he was told without second-guessing. Well, as long as the thing he was asked wasn't stupid. Most of the time he is the serious warrior that doesn't like to go off track, trying his best to stay on top of every single task and work hard to keep the camp in shape even though that isn't as much as his duty as he would like it to be. He is a very vivid dream although he will never address anyone directly with his dreams; especially the one about him being Deputy, and possibly leader one day. It's a lost cause and he knew it, but he would try his best. The only thing he would do for this position would be kill. His respect levels are too high for something such as this and if he ever killed a cat and there was no life-threatening reason behind it, he wouldn't be able to deal with himself. Overall he a is respectful, gentle, kind-hearted, and serious cat.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

history ;; The male wasn't even close to being the runt of the little he was born in, more close to being the one kit that was bigger than the other. As a kit he was hyper and straight-forward, saying the truth even if it got someone else or himself in trouble. Not once did he ever think about if what they where doing was for the better or not. Once he was of age of being an apprentice, he couldn't help himself but be a bit hyper. Most of the time he had a radiant smile, prancing around being as happy as could be. But that started getting rarer as he grew up. As he grew older, he grew stronger and more serious. He didn't think he had time for anything that was related to fun, unless it was hunting with friends or even going on patrols with them. So here he is today, the strong, brave, and trust-worthy warrior of FlightClan, swearing to protect it with all he's got.
crush ;; ---

ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇʟsᴇ

parents ;; Brokenfoot{Mother} | Featherpelt{Father}
mate ;; No one.
kits ;; None.
other ;; ---

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Wʜᴇɴ I ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ,
I ʜᴀᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀғᴜʟ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs.
Dʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ,
Dʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴏғ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ.
Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴅɪᴇᴅ.
Lɪғᴇ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ғᴜɴɴʏ ᴛʜɪɴɢ.
Nᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ,
ᴀɴᴅ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴅᴇᴀғ.


s ᴀ ɴ ᴅ ᴘ ᴀ ᴡ

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ʙᴀsɪᴄs

name ;; Sandpaw
age ;; Seven moons
gender ;; She-cat
rank ;; Medicine Cat Apprentice
clan ;; FlightClan

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ

looks ;; When the small female's fur first started growing out, it's was completely white. There was no hints of other colors and the other cats thought she wasn't going to look like neither her father or mother. That was a very wrong assumption. Once she started to grow, there was a soft tan-ish yellow color that came up onto her skin. It was beautifully light and it help add to her almost delicate nature. Her eyes are a very soft olive green.
personality ;; Ever since she was a tiny kit and could walk and talk, she had been a sweet little girl. Her attitude has normally been calmer and she always try to look on the bright side of things. At the age of three moons she had been starting to get a sense of humor, also learning to act as if the things she couldn't do or bring herself to do was just the way StarClan was to tell her not to do it. Basically the she-cat is a soft-hearted, happy little apprentice that tries her best to learn everything she can to become a great medicine cat apprentice.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

history ;; When the small kit was born, she wasn't too small or too big, more of the perfect size. She always had looked up to her mother, wanting to be like her in every way she possibly could. The only thing was, she was born as a loner. All of her siblings had gone off with her mom somewhere, leaving her asleep in the den. She had been found by some cat in FlightClan, she not able to remember who it was very well. She never really thought to ask, and she had been only just gaining the age of six moons a few sunrises ago. She had always been loyal to the clan since then, and hoped to never have to leave.
crush ;; ---

ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇʟsᴇ

parents ;; Moss{Mother} | Hawk{Father}
mate ;; No one.
kits ;; None.
other ;; sorry this one is so short, I'm not int he best muse-zone for happy-go-lucky characters. > w<

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Eᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʀᴇᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ,
I ᴡᴀs ʜᴜɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ I ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ғɪɴᴅ.
I ᴡᴀs ᴍʏ ᴅᴀᴅ's ᴘʀɪᴢᴇ,
Mʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇss.
Aʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ,
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ I sᴀɪᴅ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs;
I
ᴅᴏ



ᴍ ᴀ ʀ ʀ ᴏ ᴡ

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ʙᴀsɪᴄs

name ;; Marrow
age ;; Thirty-seven moons
gender ;; She-cat
rank ;; Loner
clan ;; No clan

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ sᴇᴇ

looks ;; Moss is a larger female with a decent build. Her muscles then most would expect, her hunting stills a lot keener than others would think as well. She has a light silver coat, darker gray stripes decorating it close to the design of a tigers. Unlike a tiger's, her patterns blotch close together every so often. On the end of her muzzle is a white color, as well as her underbelly and chest. On her chest is a few tiger-like stripes, her underbelly stained a slight brown from mud and blood in the occasional fights with other cats and mice. One distinct scar is the one on her right, hind leg, it being the one she got when in a fight with her mate at one point over the kits. Her eyes are a pretty orange-yellow.
personality ;; Despite her more feminine looks and the delicateness of her eyes, she can be the worst nightmare you had ever gotten. She had many mood swings, many cats labeling her as bipolar such as her mate and one of her two sons. Being bipolar can also be a good thing, well in her opinion. It helps her get swung out of depression easier, not to mention it helps her be quicker to know if she needs to judge someone and scare them or not. She also has a slight attention disorder, not able to focus on one thing unless it be hunting or fighting.

ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ

history ;; Like any other cat, she started off as a kit born with a mother and father. Even though not all of them know them half the time. That's beside the point. since she was about seven moons old she was always the pride of her father, Flare. Her mother loved the small Kitten, naming it Marrow for the yellowish tint in her eyes. It was such a pretty fight, and they looked exactly like her farther's. Though, the only thing was, her mother was a kittypet. She was forced to leave with her father and brothers when the two-leg threatened to give the kits away to other homes. Ever so often they'd visit each other, but they ended up traveling too far away and could never find their way back. She learned to hunt and fight fast, and by the time she was fifteen moons was taking care of all her family. Her father fell from Greencough when she was twenty-three moons. After that her and her brothers left, making a pact to meet back at a large oak when they where each forty-seven moons old. During this time they have been separated, she met a tom and ended up falling in love. They had three kits, but only one survived. It was a lucky cause since the kit was actually going to die if it wasn't for whatever saved her. Since then she has been living on her own, knowing to trust no one and stay hidden in the mass of land she calls home.
crush ;; Never again.

ᴡʜᴀᴛᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴇʟsᴇ

parents ;; Misty{Mother} | Flare{Father}
mate ;; Hawkfur
kits ;; Sandpaw, Scruff, Rio
other ;; sorry these are so late! ; ;

[yeentei]

omg

i'm so sorry

i couldn't do the form ;A;

i am so busy

can i reserve deputy and warrior?

[foxflight,]

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Snowdrift turned her head, running her pink tongue over her white fur, flattening a tuft of fur which stuck upwards messily. Briefly she raised her head and allowed her gaze to quickly sweep across the camp before she dropped her head against and gave her fur another few licks before raising a single paw off the ground. She gave the paw several licks till it was damp before rubbing it over her ears and face. Finally satisfied with her grooming she sat back, her tail wrapping around her delicate paws as she sat in silence at the edge of camp. Her light blue eyes glinted in the sunlight as she looked around camp once more. A movement near the apprentices den gained her attention and her ears pricked forward as a white and grey figure emerged, she recognised the figure to be her apprentice, Smokepaw. Snowdrift blinked her blue eyes, watching her apprentices as he headed over to the fresh kill pile.

When Whitestar had announced Snowdrift to be Smokepaw's mentor, she had been surprised. At the time she had only been eighteen moons old and had been a warrior for only six moons, she was young. Snowdrift had thought over the fact several times, there was many older and more experienced warriors that Whitestar could have picked, but he had picked her, and she was grateful for that. She found that Smokepaw was a pleasant apprentice to train and she enjoyed his company quite a lot. With a small smile spread across her muzzle she rose to her paws and padded over to her apprentice who had also been heading in her direction. She dipped her head in greeting to her apprentice. "Good morning Smokepaw, sleep well?" She asked, now standing before her apprentice.

[Taiyo]

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W H I T E S T A R
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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 48 moons
•Rank: Leader
•Lives: 8
•Status: Single
•Tags: Jayfrost

One by one cats began to emerge from their respective dens to greet the new day. The white pawed tom returned a dip of head to every greeting he received and his grin grew wider with each new appearance from the dens. Soon the camp was bustling with bubbling excitement and tension for action. Already, mentors were calling out for their apprentices for training and the leader watched silently on his perch, knowing his clanmates will go on doing what they want without being uncomfortable knowing he's there watching them. It was his goal ever since becoming the leader of Flightclan to be a leader that everycat can interact easily with. Though there was still a barrier between his clanmates and himself, he felt the distance somewhat shortened with his efforts through time. Perhaps someday my dream will be realized... the silver tabby smiled to himself as he watched cats move around. When leader and warriors can interact without this barrier.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when a familiar voice called to him. Looking down to find Jayfrost the leader of Flightclan laid his head on his paws to look the warrior at a more comfortable angle. "Would you like to lead the early hunting patrol then Jayfrost?" the tom meowed his eyes turned thoughtful as he searched the crowd of cats. "A small patrol of three should be fine, I'll leave them to your choosing Jayfrost." Whitestar smiled, tail flicking lightly on the tree he was sitting on.

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•Gender: She-cat
•Age: 30 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Redcloud

The she-cat relished the feeling of freedom outside the quickly crowding camp of Flightclan. Though she loved her life as a warrior, her past separated her from her clanmates and left her very, very, awkward. The scent of pine and fresh grass filled her nose and the ginger she-cat let out a breath of relief as she began trotting along an invisible path carved into her subconsciousness. To her it would feel like she's walking around aimlessly, without a specific destination to reach - unconsciously, her paws would lead her through the quietest areas of the forest, avoiding the places with the most traffic and towards places the she-cat could relax herself. Already the soft sounds of nature was beginning to ease the tension in her body, damping the harsh glint in her pale green eyes. However, that brief moment of peace was interrupted when something red nearly crashed into her. Hissing in surprise, the she-cat took a step back as the grim shutters fell over her features once more. "Redcloud." the ginger she-cat mumbled, recognizing the thick wad of fur belonging only to one tom in clan. "What are you doing here?" She didn't mean to sound so demanding or so unwelcoming but Honeywolf was known to be a she-cat who is blunt with her words. Not to mention the fact that she didn't catch a wink of sleep last night left her pretty irritable.

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•Gender: Tom
•Age: 34 moons
•Rank: Warrior
•Status: Single
•Tags: Foxpool, Mintfrost

Thunderflame watched as the medicine cat walked past him and began to examine Foxpool's bulging belly. Somehow it felt like he was intruding on some sacred, private moment that queens and their mates (and the medicine cat of course) could only enjoy and awkwardly, the tabby turned his head to the side. When Mintfrost mentioned that she might be hungry, Thunderflame leaped up at the chance to leave the two she-cats some privacy. "Of course! I'll go get something for you." Trotting towards the fresh-kill pile, the semi-long furred warrior took his sweet, sweet time in picking a plump, juicy prey. Mintfrost deserved good food for taking care of so many cats. Picking up the vole, he walked back slowly and dropped the prey at the medicine cat's paws. "I hope you like voles, this one was the biggest and fattest I could find." he chuckled, sitting down and wrapping his long tail around his paws.

(( @Maes Hughes;
Yes I'm still accepting queens C; but remember! Only create as many characters you think you can handle! :O

@Madwolf;
your characters are accepted!

@fox.;
sorry I won't reserve the spots for you again, it's not fair to the other users to keep a slot continuously taken when you can't meet deadlines. You can still take the spots if you post quick enough but I won't be reserving them a second time.

Ah gaiz :'D just a headsup, I can't keep track of everyone's relationship so if I missed anything or if anyone starts developing crushes/love etc, please notify me so I can update the front page! Thanks! ))

[king boo]

[[ ~Tayo, why not have whitestar choose the deputy? You could create a poll and most votes win. ]]
[[ ~So Cats without apprentices could of had one in the past so alls fair ]]

will post in a minute.

[Taiyo]

(( That's a nice idea C':
Okay, deputy position will be closed for now and after a few more posts (so users get to familiarize with the cats in clan and people's writing) we can have a poll to decide on the next deputy. ))

[Keriae]

♥ Littlepaw ♥
"A day without laughter is a day wasted" - Chaplin

♥ Who am I?
- Eaglestrikes apprentice
- She
- 12 moons
- Apprentice
- Tags: Eaglestrike
- Single

She nodded quickly and leaped into a bush behind a tree and started to lower her body and walk around, thinking of her tacktick.
Okay, so if I try to get behind him, I can get his side easily. But, what if I his his flank and that wont work without using claws.. hmm.. oh! I get his side, left side and head for the belly so I may get him to roll over!
Her tail lowered, body lowered, ears pointed forward and her eyes searched for the best spot to attack from. Moving almost silently, she moved first with some sound on purpose to the right side of Eaglestrike before she changed way and moved as silently as se could before she crouched down and watched Eaglestrike from between the leafes and small branches. She took a quick breath, almost holding it, before she bounded out and felt the ground leave her paws and shoot her head out from the bushes with her paws aiming for the right side of her mentors belly. When being in the air, she had her confidence as high up to the sky that she was almost drawing a smirk over her muzzle and her eyes looked like they where closed but she was really just focusing very hard.

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tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons

Eaglestrike pricked his ears as his apprentice padded to one side. After a few moments, he heard paw steps from his other side. A quick sniff of the air told him that Littlepaw was nearby. Smartly ducking out of the way and rolling out of the way, he felt the breeze from her momentum ruffle his fur as she soared over him. Getting to his massive paws, he quickly leapt at his apprentice to pin her to the floor. His hind paws pushed up leaf litter behind him and his golden optics narrowed as he fixed his gaze on a spot between her shoulder blades. The shoulder blades were one of the best placed to pin a cat down effectively and his own massive size would help him pin Littlepaw successfully.

[SimpleScript]

♥ Littlepaw ♥
"A day without laughter is a day wasted" - Chaplin

♥ Who am I?
- Eaglestrikes apprentice
- She
- 12 moons
- Apprentice
- Tags: Eaglestrike
- Single

A sligh huff let out of her as she felt herselv being pinned down to the ground, feeling like she was totally trapped. Almost panting, she sighed. "Shoot" whispering to herself as she looked up at Eaglestrike.
"I where a bit close" she said, hoping he would agree that it was only her fault of revealing her place and not planning how she should jump before attacking. Her tail flicked and she then just realized that she actually was totally trapped, Eaglestrike held her down with a strong but still safe grip that she couldn't move and she wanted to ask how he did that but maybe it would come late on. Now focusing on her mentor face again, she hoped it wasn't dissepointment or else like that from the look of his eyes that it would be hard to learn her up.

[Keriae]

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tom :: senior warrior :: thirty-seven moons

The warrior grunted when the cream and tortie-point apprentice asked if she was too close. Leaning down, he let his breath tickle her ear fur. "You were upwind. I could smell you. And you made quite a racket when you leapt." He told her in a low voice. Standing back, he took his forepaws from her shoulders to allow her to stand up. "Now, try harder." With a flick of his tail, Eaglestrike gave Littlepaw a silent signal to get moving. "Remember, think about what you're going to do." He moved back a few steps and let his weight rest on his toes, ready. His tail hovered out to help him keep his balance.