[the dead & the gone] literate+

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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby ; pyrrhic ; » Tue Jan 07, 2014 1:46 pm

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Asterspirit is sweet, a tender and kind cat. She is incredibly soft-spoken and despite being extremely opinionated she keeps her views to herself. The kind of cat to bottle up her problems she holds everything in, often making it seem like nothing could upset her or get past her walls but when she breaks down a sliver of what she keeps locked up escapes. When pushed to her limit it reveals that any optimism she shows is a lie, and in reality she is quite pessimistic, always failing to see the bright side of things. In fact, if you ask her, she may tell you that she doesn't believe in there being bright sides. A shy cat, Asterspirit is not one to flirt or accept flirting gracefully, often stammering and stuttering in the presence of a brute she finds attractive. She is not dominant in the least, taking her place as a lower cat. She does not hold herself in a high regard, nor does she have much self esteem, but she does her best to act like she does. Asterspirit is a big believer in family and loyalty, and would do anything for the cats she loves. She adores kits, often visiting the ones in the clan to play with them or tell them stories her mother had once told her. Despite her high maternal drive, the she-cat is unsure if she wants kits of her own.



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Asterspirit appears to be an average cat at first glance. She's about average height, a bit on the small size, and has a slim build. Her coat is short and smooth, often soft like down. It is a white that fades to a pale beige, with warm brown stripes and spots. Her tail is long and slender with a brown tip, making her look longer than she is. Her whiskers are all long and a uniform white, giving character to her face. Her eyes were once a stunning rustic antique gold, with brown and green flecks dancing tenderly around her pupils. Unfortunately when she lost her sight a blue hazy veil covered them, spreading like ice over plains. If you look close enough, there's still a hint of what life was once there.








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Asterspirit was born in RiverClan, but she was not born blind. Her mother and father were happy, and in love. She had two siblings, a brother, Aspenclaw, and a sister, Vixenmist. Aspenspirit never spent much time with or bonded with her siblings however, they both explored, Aspenclaw being a confident, flirty cat, and Vixenmist adventurous, deceiving, and suave. Unlike the pair, Asterspirit favoured staying with her mother and hearing the stories of the old lands, and learning of the other clans. The she-cat grew up normally, and entered her apprenticeship at six moons old. Her mentor was the old RiverClan deputy, who was lost in the flood. She was a good apprentice, always listened and was careful and helpful. She did as she was told and never got into any mischief. Life for her was good, and when she was 12 moons old she was given the rank of warrior. A few moons later though, a terrible accident spun her life around.

While out on a hunt, Asterspirit wandered across a poisonous snake. The she-cat knew it was a danger, and her instincts told her to run, but her curiosity and the wanting to learn got the best of her. Carefully, she wandered closer to the snake, studying its patterns and colour. Soon her instincts left her, and foolishly Asterspirit leaned in to study the snake's eyes. It struck, biting her just under her left eye. The last thing she saw was her old leader, also swept away by the flood, running towards her and calling out something she no longer remembers. Asterspirit was taken to the healer, who was able to save her life, but not her vision. After that, the she-cat was unable to keep her rank as a warrior. For a long while she was rankless, staying with the elders as she recovered and grew into her blindness. Several moons later, she had grown into her blindness, and was given as apprentice to the medicine cat, who promised to teach her the ways of healing through scent. Asterspirit had shown great potential to be a medicine cat, but unfortunately was only one month into her apprenticeship when the flood hit.


[[Kind of a WIP, adding details.]]
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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby Tremayne » Tue Jan 07, 2014 2:03 pm

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name Bonesong/star xxx age 28 moons xxx gender She-cat

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description Ever since she was a young kit Bonesong was seen as different. Her father gifted her the name Bonekit because of the dusty white color of her fur, which reminded him of the strange coloring of the skeleton left behind by prey. Little did anyone know Bonekit would adapt to the eeriness of her name. She grew up being more silent than she was outgoing, observing and watching. Waiting. When she became apprenticed, she grew out of her silence and more outgoing, surprising everyone in the clan. They always thought she would grow to become introverted, always hiding herself away and doing who-knows-what. But she had watched. She observed.

Bonepaw excelled past her fellow apprentices, showing much more potential than anyone thought she had. The other cats were quick to trust her, knowing that her potential would take her high places. At ten moons Bonepaw was made a warrior sooner than most apprentices, and was given the name Bonesong. The leader at the time believed the name to be fitting, seeing as her name was well-known among the clan, and quite pleasing to the ear. But no one seemed to notice that Bonesong had been studying.

It has been fourteen moons since Bonesong was made a warrior, and within that time she was given the rank of deputy, and then quickly made a leader after Yellowstar's mysterious death. Everyone trusted her within the clan, but they had all fallen for her manipulation. She grew up to become what they wanted, but she is really a whole different cat on the inside, showing others what they want to see. When the time is right her true self will be unveiled, and cats around her will be forced to listen to the she-cat they thought they knew.

Still watching, still waiting.

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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby hell_hound » Tue Jan 07, 2014 3:24 pm

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Scartail is a proud warrior she-cat of ThunderClan. Originally, her name was Redkit, which turned into Redpaw. She’s the only surviving daughter of Willownose – a beautiful calico she-cat – and Darkclaw – a fierce warrior tom whose name came from his claws, which were unusually black-tipped. Her two brothers died from being born premature. It had been a harsh Leaf-bare, and her siblings had been too small to make it. No cat can determine for sure how she’d lived. Her mentor was Timberstar before she’d become Clan leader. She earned her warrior name after one particularly nasty fight with a fox – a fight she won, mind you – when she was an apprentice. She had been so proud of the war wound that the then-leader had named her for it.

Her pelt is a beautiful ginger with slashes of darker red and four white paws with a white-tipped tail, which is scarred from the tip to the base. She has a slender build, causing her to rely on skill and speed when fighting rather than pure strength. Her eyes are the color of cool jade, piercing when she’s angry and warm when she’s not. Her tail is unusually long, giving her an elegance she really doesn’t have.

This she-cat is unwaveringly loyal. She was taught to be compassionate and understanding by her mother while her father had drilled the warrior code into her brain from the first day she left the nursery to explore as a kit. She went from being an apprentice with too much energy to contain in four paws to a proud warrior of ThunderClan. She’s willing to help other cats if needed, but it can’t interfere with the warrior code, and she absolutely loves kits. She’ll defend an innocent and won’t hesitate to claw apart a traitor. She can be a bit of a hothead sometimes, and maybe a little close-minded, but with time that might change.


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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby Cakewalk » Tue Jan 07, 2014 4:24 pm

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Frostflight, born Frostkit. The name stemmed from a combination of the blue eyes, the snowy fur, and the dark brown splotches that broke up the color. Her mother was firm on her belief that her daughter had taken the features of winter when she had been born in that season. The blue of the cloudless sky, the white of the newly fallen snow, and the brown of the lifeless trees, no longer swaying with leaves on their branches. Frost seemed like the perfect fit.

Thought Frostflight was doted on by her mother, Blossomsummer, (she was, in fact, her mother's first kit), she excelled with her training. Most called her spoiled. She fought to overcome that title and made everyone see what she was truly capable of. It was her dream to become a warrior. It was her mother's dream to look over the kits in the clan. Frostflight made her mother's dream come true with her birth. Frostflight's own dream would be much harder to achieve, but far from impossible. She became an apprentice at six moons and worked hard enough to prove to her superiors that she was ready to become a warrior in five more moons, one of the younger graduates. She was fast, focused, and seemed to block everything and everyone else out. Even Blossomsummer's death did nothing to her. Through any situation, she was ready. She could be counted on.

The flood came and washed her hopes of becoming deputy away. The clan was destroyed, leaving only three cats of her precious Shadowclan still living. Now there is an even greater weight on her shoulders to do well. While there are fewer mouths, there are fewer warriors to hunt. But it's nothing she can't handle. Frostflight can handle anything. Or so she thinks.
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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby reichenbach falls » Wed Jan 08, 2014 7:50 am

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DUSTYFOOT


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Dustyfoot is a tom of many traits. Some of his most obvious include his hostility towards strangers, his loyalty to Windclan, and the sharp tongue he commonly uses. Ever since the Clans had been forced to join together, Dustyfoot has refused to listen to anyone but Windclan cats. Both of the new leaders fighting for power do not have Dustyfoot's vote. He is a reserved tom who doesnt't like to talk about his feelings or that mushy stuff. He always voices his opinions to fight for what is best for Windclan. Dustyfoot isn't always that kind or compassionate to others. He usually speaks harshly and is very snappy. He doesn't like when cats don't listen to him, or are disrespectful to him, even though he usually isn't to them. But he is and always will be loyal to Windclan.
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WOLFWATCHER

Postby brad! » Wed Jan 08, 2014 8:15 am

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WOLFWATCHER
He who cannot howl, will not find his pack.
Ah, dear Wolfwatcher. A loyal ThunderClan warrior born to the lovely Honeyheart and Onefang, and given the name Wolfkit upon his birth, for no particular reason at all. This tom is a decent thirty-seven moons of age, and he is not afraid to say that mischief and adventure have been scattered throughout all of it. Wolfwatcher does not have a crush, nor a mate, and this means he lacks any kits.
To say the least, Wolfwatcher is quite possibly one of the happiest cats around. Happy, but nonetheless wise, and this comes with a sarcastic, and non-serious attitude. A good joke is not unknown to be a part of Wolfwatcher's agenda, and it wasn't uncommon for him to sit with the other warriors, and have them in stitches, with thanks to some witty joke he had in store. Wolfwatcher finds enjoyment in flirting with the she-cats every now and again, but he is a gentleman, and will stand down when he realises it is only logical to do so. Respect is Wolfwatcher's biggest priority, and this often holds him back from interacting with others.
Wolfwatcher is quite courageous, and when it comes down to serious matters, this warrior is all business. Violence is something this tom is not afraid of, and he is quite content to use it when the time deems necessary. Wolfwatcher also chooses not to show his fear, believing that it would be of assistance to his enemies in conflict. With this, Wolfwatcher can sometimes be too wrapped up in a battle, and make poor decisions, often getting himself in trouble. Though he is a skilled fighter, Wolfwatcher prefers hunting, despite the fact it's not where his skills lie.
One of Wolfwatcher's biggest issues however, is his inability to hold onto a relationship. Though his romantic feelings towards others may not be infatuation, Wolfwatcher has always had trouble in showing his affections to others, especially once one gets past the flirting level. Though he may genuinely love someone, Wolfwatcher finds it difficult to tell them at times, which has meant that his past relationships have failed.
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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby Jinhwan - LEFT » Wed Jan 08, 2014 8:22 am

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Willowpaw
Warrior Name -
Willowsong
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She-cat
Age -
Six moons
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Apprentice
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Description - Willowpaw has a dense, plush coat that are often described as soft. Her eyes are large, round and widely set and are a beautiful blue color. Her head is round with full, chubby cheeks and her body is small, but very muscular. She has a broad chest and shoulders, short legs, round paws and a plush tail with a blunt tip. Her body is a golden color with streaks of darker amber varying in size. Her crystal blue eyes stand out from the rest of her body and are large and round. paw's relatively small ears with rounded tips are set far apart.
Crush - No
Mate - No
Kits - No

Personality - Willowpaw is quiet around people she doesn't know, but loves having a good laugh and doing silly/random stuff with her close friends. The spotlight is not her place, and she'd rather follow than being the leader. She is happy most of the time, and tries not to get mad, but when that happens, she'd rather not talk until the anger is gone. She thinks hating someone is useless, though she can be resentful. paw always tries to see the positive side of everything, and is optimistic most of the time, though she can be highly negative and sarcastic on a bad day. Another important fact to know about Willowpaw is that she was born without a voice. In more simple terms she is mute.
History - Willowpaw was born into the family of a very proud queen. This queen didn't like the idea of having a kit who had any deformities. At birth when all her brothers me owed and she didn't, she was cast out into the snow before anyone layer eyes on her. A cat found her and took care of her, not caring that she was mute. The queen was killed by a badger not that long after she was born. The cat who took care of paw was killed by a twoleg the morning of her apprentice ceremony. Willowpaw has always been an outcast ever since.
Post Example - The sound of the angry wolves had died down. He had done it; he was free. The Clan that had bound him for years no longer had him under its control. He wouldn't ever have to answer to an alpha ever again, nor worry about what would happen to him every second of his life. His Clan was gone, dead to him in his mind, but along with them went his family. Exile had struck him as a gleaming blade, but not one that would strike him down, but one that would lead him through his new life. As he bade his Clan farewell, he wished them to a life full of Hell.

I gazed down at my reflection in the river. My crystal blue eyes stared up at me. How long have I been here?
Rei

Female-The High Mountain pack
the moon had just faded from the sky, but I wasn't in the den I called home. My nose took a whiff of the air and the smells of my fellow packmates were easily distinguished. Must not have wandered to far a smirk crossed my face a little to quickly. My dream was nagging at my shoulder, I tried pushing it back but it tugged from its' cage blurring my eyes for a moment. All I could was the wolf in my dreams, his stature perfectly etched into my mind. He had golden fur and was very large and muscular, perhaps one of the strongest fighters she had ever seen. The distinguishing feature he possessed was a long scar running between his eyes. How can I forget his face? these dreams had honestly started to get to me. Realization of how worried the Alpha must be and how much the pack needs to be protected by the second-in-command pushed me to strike out my path toward the camp. Hunger gnawed at my stomach like a bear clawing at a tree, making it so his territory was marked. Why not? a smile tugged at my lips. Between the busy days of helping around the camp, I hadn't had time to run free and hunt. Old instincts took over my every movement. They won't be worried about me if I bring back food I crouched down making sure my tail was kept low. A rabbit had been wandering here early, probably after the soft grasses it constantly feasted on. It's scent was overwhelming now. My eyes darted around and spotted the snow white coat of the rabbit. The muscles in my hind legs bunched and I sprang toward him and gripped him in my teeth. Blood was pooling beneath the rabbit. The freshly caught rabbit tasted like liquid gold, so to speak. The difference between a rabbit carried several miles to the camp could not compare to the fast of this.
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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+ [open c;]

Postby windsorblue17 » Wed Jan 08, 2014 11:48 am

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"Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself."

-Walter Anderson


Due to his intense loyalty to the Clans, one would never guess Oakfleet used to delve in the soft life of a kittypet. His spirit is fiery, but even so, memories of his past life sometimes sneak up on him to extinguish his flame. He was born to a stray mother who called herself Fire; not Flames, not Coal, not Cinder, just Fire. She was taken in by the two-leggeds when she was full to bursting. It was a family of three. A mother who wore high heels that clacked down the hall, a father who wore business suits more often than not, and a young, lonely boy with shaggy hair and green eyes. When Fire bore her kits the family took care of them well... or should I say the young boy. He loved them with all of his heart. However, he took an immense liking to the small, orange kit that could only dream of becoming strong. The boy named him Gladiator. This would be the kit that grew up into the valiant and prestigious Oakfleet.

He could never have dreamed of leaving the boy. They were together more than they were apart! Gladiator would gladly give anything for the boy, his life included. But it turned out he didn't need too, as when Gladiator came of apprentice age, his beloved boy fell ill. They could spend all the time in the world together, but it wasn't the same. The boy couldn't leave his bed, his skin was pale, his breaths ragged. The orange tabby, now grown, was cuddled next to him when the boy ceased breathing. And he knew. Without the boy, he had nothing left for him in that house, so he slipped out an open and window and never looked back.

It was there he met Bonestar, who allowed him into his clan with (sort of) open arms. He found a home in ShadowClan, becoming a skilled warrior in most areas, but especially in fighting. He was honored to be a part of ShadowClan, and plans to stay with them until the day he dies.
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COUGARFANG

Postby brad! » Wed Jan 08, 2014 12:47 pm

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COUGARFANG
Deer are a cougar's favourite prey. And you, my dear, look absolutely divine.
If you're looking for someone who has mastered the art of seduction, you're probably looking for young Cougarfang. However, it's certainly questionable where he learned such traits from; since his mother was a loyal, hot-headed lass by the name of Tigertail, and his father was a laid back, rather unintelligent fellow by the name of Rockheart. At the young age of twenty-nine moons, this WindClan warrior is well known for his smooth talking, and this has often gotten him out of trouble on numerous occasions. Despite his keen interest in the lovely ladies of the clans, Cougarfang does not have a crush, nor does he have a mate.
Cougarfang is quite a charming tom with a rather flirtatious and teasing way about him. Cougarfang loves females and often fantasizes about romance, since he had never experienced the feeling of love for himself. He's a natural charmer, and words quickly flow out of his mouth, and a lot of the time he doesn't even realise that he's flirting. He's quite the gentleman, polite, courteous and has an extensive vocabulary which he developed from his mother, possibly from the extensive cursing he often heard from her.
Cougarfang is an extremely intelligent young tom, and with this intelligence brings his ability to be highly perceptive to detail, as well as a keen ability to focus and concentrate outside of exterior distractions. With this, Cougarfang is quite thoughtful and incredibly creative, which is of assistance in many situations. With this, comes Cougarfang's element of mystery. This lad loves to speak in riddles, ask questions and give perplexing answers; anything that gets the mind ticking is something that Cougarfang just adores, aside from ladies, of course. Being a big thinker has allowed him to analyse problems and develop solutions, as well as solving unusual things by developing links through unlikely pieces of data.
However, Cougarfang is incredibly indecisive, often having to weigh up the consequences before he does something, just in case something goes wrong. This can make Cougarfang incredibly paranoid, especially when it comes down to decisions, often fearing that he may make the wrong choice.
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Re: [the dead & the gone] literate+

Postby hell_hound » Wed Jan 08, 2014 3:15 pm

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Moonpelt is a half-RiverClan cat. He’s the youngest son to Snownose – a pretty white-furred RiverClan she-cat – and an unknown ThunderClan warrior he never met. He does know that he has two siblings in his father’s Clan, though he doesn’t know their names. He was treated poorly at first in RiverClan, but by the time he retired to the Elder’s den he’d risen through the ranks and had proved himself to be a loyal, powerful tom of RiverClan. A patient, sweet tom, he’s long-legged, white-furred, with fiery amber eyes that not even old age could squelch.
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