robinclan [warrior cat role-play] [new & accepting]

[D.E.L.E.T.E.]

{{ Thank - You. c:
When shall we start? }}

[vaermina]

{ We shall start when we atleast get a medicine cat, and maybe some apprentices and warriors.

{ I will assign mentors and apprentices later on, too.

[LeavingCSgoodbye]

• N a m e: "My Name is Spiderfur. Nice to Meet you."
• G e n d e r: "I'm a Tom, I guess. "
• A g e: "I'm twenty-Nine Moon's."
• C l a n: "RunningClan I suppose.."
• R a n k: " My Rank? Oh I'm a Medicine Cat, I take care most of the Cat's who get sick, giving birth to kits and so On. "

• A p p e a r a n c e: Spiderfur is a Slender and Muscular Tom, He Has a X Marked scar on his chest and his ear is nicked, Yet has no marking's. The tom only has one coat layer which is Pitch black while his eye color is a Blazing orange.
• P e r s o n a l i t y: Spiderfur, Once you meet him is a Bit Grumpy, Kind of rude and Ignores His clan Mates that certainly aren't Hurt. Some of his Clan Mate's say he Has a sharp tongue and will Rather shoot out unexpected mean word's, Yet Underneath all that Hatred, Coldness inside of him the Masculine is quite adventurous, sweet an a Charmer you see. But he has a Short - Temper side of him causing him to get annoyed or pretty much bored so he spends most of his time alone anyways...Spiderfur Is Quite Responsible and Almost..Respectful, Yet His trust for most Clanmates are low since they always wondered what happened with his chest.
• H i s t o r y: Spiderfur you see Was a Kit that nobody mostly cared about or Was Told Lies..It All Happened when Spiderfur's mother Gave birth to Three Kits Thrushkit, Flowerkit and finally Spiderkit. But Two kit's looked like the Mother and father Combined while spiderkit was Just a Bundle of pitch black fur as he Mewed helplessly..anyways His Mother despised the kit and let every Kit Be able to suckle while she Pushed Spiderkit far away from her as he continued to mew for some milk, though she felt quite hurt at what she was doing, Yet she truly hated her kit so she scooted the small Helpless to Her Teets so he was able to suck after a Couple of Months all of His siblings and Him of course were apprentice's, Spiderpaw always was happy and wanting to Play with his siblings. But no matter how hard they ignored him causing his hert filled with Agony and sadness so he mostly went Playing on his Own Until He wondered to far and got attacked by Foxes of course he was Badly injured and left Small scratches and Big Gashes and Bite marks After his Big incident the Masculine mostly stood near the Medicine den were he soon became the Apprentice After Many Months Later, His mother Had died of greencough while his siblings ran off and Spiderfur was a Medicine cat.

• F a t h e r: Unknown.
• M o t h e r: Birchfall
• S i b l i n g s: Flowerpaw (Unknown) Thrushpaw (unknown)
• C r u s h: Well I don't Like anyone...
• M a t e: I'M NOT BREAKING THE WARRIOR CODE!

Credit to .:NightOfTheRaven:.

[vaermina]

{ accepted. ;)

[windsorblue17]

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"Whenever someone asks me to tell a little something about myself, I tell them, it all boils down to this: I love the wilderness. I was born amongst the trees and the birds, and I remain certain I'll die among these old oaks and gentle robins. After all, the feeling of soft earth against my paws is one that can't be replicated, and there is no other time your lungs breathe more clearly than in the presence of a wise forest."

Foxflight is a gentle she-cat with a flirtatious nature about 30 moons of age. She is independent, preferring time alone with nature to time spent with other felines. However, she likes her share of both. This calico prides herself in her supreme hunting skills; she's never faced starvation even in the harshest winters. Her keen eyesight and precise movements help tremendously.

She prowls through the clan area quietly enjoying life and looking for complicated answers to simple questions. One could say she's quite complex. Foxflight doesn't despise anything; hatred is completely out of her spirit. But she does dislike loud and obnoxious cats with no respect for nature or others. She gets along best with those who appreciate the little things as much as her, and isn't afraid to delve deep into thought and conversations. She loves to be interested, and will listen intently if you've caught her attention. Joining a clan may be a possibility, and she is susceptible to falling in love, though not easily. She may be gentle in most regards, but she will not give up her heart without a fight.

[vaermina]

{ Accepted.

[skelemental]

Chase the wind and touch the sky
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Name;; Arrow
Rank;; Loner
Gender;; Female
Age;; 23 moons
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The good;; Friendly, trustworthy, kind
The bad;; Stubborn, headstrong, shy
Talent;; Hiding

words words words ➴Arrow can often be found up high in a tree, observing the area without being observed herself. Often, a patrol will pass under her and she will chuckle silently as she, once again, goes unnoticed. She is friendly enough to those who are friendly to her, but this cat can be quite rude to those who irk her or have been mean to her in the past. To the other clanless cats in the area she seems harsh, as most of them have made fun of her stutter without realizing she was nearby. They now know not to make fun of her meow, even if it sounds like a broken record at times; she made a formiddable opponent after moons of watching the clan's training sessions. If you ever catch her off-guard or bump into her accidentally, this facade will melt and she will most likely try to slink away or quietly utter a sorry and blush ever so slightly. She doesn't like to deal with other cats and when she gets nervous her stutter gets worse, though most of the time she seems to be quite confident. Arrow is adept at hiding emotion.
➴Not much is known of her past, but it seems she has no family. This is quite true. Arrow was born to two loners, Crow and Gil. Her mother, Crow, was already sick when she birthed the small kitten and this eventually lead to her untimely death a few moons later, leaving Gil with a 5 month old kitten. The large tom quickly grew to dislike Arrow as he slowly got more abusive. Every time he looked at the small cat he was reminded of Crow and the fact that his own kit had probably killed her, and that single thought would spread through him like poison, until there was nothing left but a savage monster. One day, the small family was chased by dogs and her father was caught under a fallen branch. She looked into his eyes as he pleaded for help with the kit he had nearly killed numerous times. She is still haunted by his horrified gaze as she turned her muzzle away and left him to the mutt.

[obeisant]

name; whitetalon----------ranks; warrior
age; 34 moons------------- crush; none
gender; male . tom------ mate; deceased, none
clan; robinclan------------ kits; none

♞ Whitetalon is a very proud can, one can tell just by watching the way he walks. He takes pride in both himself and his accomplishments and can almost always be seen holding himself proudly. But he doesn't boast about what he's done, in fact he doesn't boast about anything. He can actually be quiet most of the time, listening rather then talking. Be sure that whatever you tell him will certainly stick with him as he goes, like an elephant he rarely forgets what he's heard. He's also extremely observant, never missing even the smallest details - this was a large help when he was in training or when he fought. Whitetalon is able to study a cat easily and distinguish normal from abnormal or even who would make a good opponent. If one is in need of advice they might seek out this certain cat as he will always tell one what the truth is, never telling them only what they want to hear. A certain downfall to him is his tendency to get jealous very easily, thus leading to a very protective nature that may come out an inappropriate times. As much as he tries to control it he still finds it to be quite difficult most of the time.

♞ Clear by his coat Whitetalon was not born into Robinclan. In fact he was born into a clan that occupied the snowy mountain regions. He was born to two warriors along with two other kits. The family loved each other very much and luckily the tom would spend much of his life with them. From an early age he held an infatuation with a she-cat named Petalpaw, later known as Petalwind. For moons the tom chased after her, all the way through apprenticeship and early onto a warrior. Fianlly when he was around seventeen moons the she-cat finally returned his feelings and the two became mates. This early on neither of them wanted kits and therefore held off for some time. From then on life was almost perfect for the tom, he had a mate, his family, and plenty of friends surrounding him. Unfortunately when he was only twenty moons a band of rogues began harassing the clan. As much as they tried they began losing cats to the rogues including his two brothers and mother. It stopped for a while but eventually the rogues were back, actually wanting the clan's territory this time. While he had been lucky enough to not lose his mate the last time Whitetalon's luck ran out this time and Petalwind was killed in battle. He mourned his mate's loss for moons, remaining in the clan until twenty-five moons when he could no longer take the reminders. Whitetalon set out at that point in search of his new life, traveling until he eventually found Robinclan and settled down here.

♢ Meet the small cat known as Halfpaw, called this because of her stub of a tail. She is a female, or she-cat however one wishes to put it. At only eight moons old she is just starting out as an apprentice, apprenticing under the medicine cat.

♢ Halfpaw is quite the character. She is extremely energetic and never seems able to sit still for longer then a few seconds. This tends to make her job as an apprentice all the more tiring for her mentor as she can often be hard to locate. She also tends to chatter a lot, never quite closing her mouth. Questions come normally to this small feline so expect to have anywhere between three to five every time you talk to her. Overall she's a caring cat though, hence her desire to become the medicine cat. She enjoys helping others and is sure to lend a hand if someone needs it. This cat is also of the adventurous sorts, at any point you may find her running around early in the morning in search of something fun. The cat is very stubborn though, so getting your message across may take some work. Often times more then one is willing to put in.

♢ At such a young age the idea of love and other such ideals have yet to even cross her mind. She has no crush and is far too young for either a mate or kits. Furthermore the cat tries to avoid all notions of love due to being the medicine cat apprentice. She doesn't wish to fall for a tom only to have to deny the feelings upon becoming a medicine cat.

[vaermina]

{ accepted.

[Cakewalk]

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ｆｅｍａｌｅ ; ａｐｐｒｅｎｔｉｃｅ ; ｔｅｎ ｍｏｏｎｓ

It's not a wise decision to put weight in anything that this little she-cat says. With her charming looks and melodic voice, it's easy to become lost in her words, too absorbed by the sound of them to truly understand the meaning. While she's not as brawny or bold as her fellow apprentices, Echopaw relies much more on her mind than on her body. She's a cunning little thing with a knack for causing other cats' downfalls, whether superiors or inferiors. She feeds them lies, tricks them into thinking something they shouldn't, and watches in pleasure at the domino effect she creates. Born to a rogue she-cat, Echopaw was not supposed to become a clan member. But when a young queen found her mother dead and the kit snuggled at her belly, she felt sorry for her and took her in. Unfortunately, Echopaw never really fit into the clan, becoming extremely reserved and only approaching others to deceive them. She earned her name from echoing those before her, repeating their words to give herself time to come up with a clever comeback. Perhaps someday she'll find a cat to get along with, but they'd have to get passed her lying tongue.

ｍａｌｅ- - ｗａｒｒｉｏｒ
ｔｈｉｒｔｙ ｔｈｒｅｅ ｍｏｏｎｓ

Adderfang, the handsome ginger cat with the audacity to do what needs to be done. Seemingly fearless, the tom does his best with what's in front of him, blocking out all signs of cowardice. He's not a foolish cat, but a brave one, staring danger in the face and overcoming it with his own willpower.

Some say the tom is a bit too serious, taking life altogether far more gravely than he should. Jokes seem to have no affect on the cat, and sarcasm is lost on him. Fortunately for others, he's a very patient tom and seems only to react negatively to threats that are presented in the clan.

Emotions seem dulled within the cat, and there's most often a listless expression on his handsome face. While he's perfectly capable of having emotion, he was taught from a young age the weakness shown in letting them forth, and so he hides behind a facade of apathy. Being a warrior, Adderfang cares for each cat within the clan and would lay his life down for any one of them without a thought, probably much to their surprise. While not a social butterfly, he does state opinions and does his best to keep up friendly banter.