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[Greenleaf]

Hello everyone! My username is Captain Greenleaf, but you may feel free to call me Legolas,
Green, or anything else you'd like. ^-^ This badly-coded topic here is where I will, from now on,
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Arrowpaw

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[size=150]"Hᴇʟʟᴏ! I ᴀᴍ Aʀʀᴏᴡᴘᴀᴡ, ᴀ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴄᴀᴛ ᴏғ SᴛᴏʀᴍCʟᴀɴ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ!"[/size]




[center][size=110][b][u]Ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｓｔａｒｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ[/u][/b][/size]
[size=93][i]Name[/i] ➶ [b]"I'm Arrowpaw! I was named Arrow when I was a kit because I have this fur marking on my forehead, you see."[/b]
[i]Warrior name[/i] ➶ [b]"I don't think we apprentices are allowed to choose our warrior names, but I'd love to be called Arrowflight."[/b]
[i]Gender[/i] ➶ [b]"I AM A MALE. Can you not see that?"[/b]
[i]Age[/i] ➶ [b]"I am nearly eight moons old. I was apprenticed rather late."[/b][/size]

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[size=110][b][u]Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ ｄｅｅｐｅｒ...[/u][/b][/size]
[size=93][i]Appearance[/i] ➶ [b]"You have eyes, don't you? Use them!"[/b] Arrowpaw is a lithe creamy-pelted tom with large blue eyes. He is quite small-framed and has an even smaller body due to his sickly kithood, but isn't much bothered by that. His chest, tailtip and underbelly are a whitish-creamy color, and his front paws and muzzle are brown while his hind paws are ginger; he inherits his strange coloring from his mother. He has a curious light brown fur marking on his forehead that arches upwards and tapers to a point, hence his name. His ears are tufted and very pointed.

[i]History[/i] ➶ [b]"Eh, my past isn't real pretty."[/b] Arrowpaw's mother was a multicolored calico called Crown, and she was a kittypet when she gave birth to Arrowpaw and his littermates. Shortly after her kits were weaned, Crown decided to take her kits into the wild and show them the world beyond the Twoleg fence.
Little did Crown know, but there was a deadly plague passing through the forest; the wild cats called it 'blackcough' and many had died of it that winter. In the early spring, the worst happened and Crown contracted this disease. Despite her kits' efforts, blackcough swiftly took her life. Arrow (as he had been named at that time) was greatly alarmed by her sudden death and tried hunting for himself and his littermates, and during one particularly difficult hunt, he found that he had wandered into the territory of a very large group of cats whom called themselves "StormClan".
This territory seemed to have an awful lot of prey, and for a few days he managed to feed himself and his siblings by hunting small mice. But one day as he returned to their small den, he found a very large female badger who was busily eating his sisters' bodies.
He fled the area and for a seemingly endless stretch of time, he wandered around the borders of StormClan, refusing to eat or rest or sleep and fleeing at the slightest disturbance. He was found by a patrol one day, utterly senseless, half-dead from the blackcough and nearly entirely buried in the thawing snow. He was taken back to the Clan, and at the age of seven moons he was surprisingly accepted into the Clan and apprenticed.
He is usually a very outgoing cat, but is very withdrawn when it comes to his past.


[i]Description[/i] ➶ [b]"I am awesome. Enough said."[/b] Arrowpaw is cocky, playful, mischievous and sometimes a little tongue-in-cheek. He has a very happy-go-lucky spirit and loves playing pranks on others. He is usually really good-natured, but at times he can be a little blunt.
He is not the best at hunting, but despite his small size is quite good in battle; instead of using brute force, he prefers to ambush from behind and use speed and stealth to attack his opponents.
He is quite prideful, but is otherwise very loyal to his Clan. He practically worships the warrior code and would defend any of his Clanmates, even if it means death to him.

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[size=110][b][u]Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ[/u][/b][/size]
[size=93][i]Family[/i] ➶ [b]"I think I remember. My mother's name was Crown, apparently my father's name was King, and I had two sisters named Chamomile and Running Water."[/b]

[i]Love interest/mate?[/i] ➶ [b]"EW! I'm not ready for that!!!"[/b]

[i]Children?[/i] ➶ [b]"Your head must be full of fluff. If I don't have a crush yet, I don't have a mate. If I don't have a mate, I don't have children, mouse-brain."[/b]

[i]Other[/i] ➶ He is one of the apprentices in the prophecy.[/size]

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Strongpaw

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[size=150]"Hᴇʟʟᴏ... I ᴀᴍ Sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴘᴀᴡ ᴏғ MɪsᴛCʟᴀɴ. Pʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴄǫᴜᴀɪɴᴛᴀɴᴄᴇ."[/size]

[size=120][u]Ｓｔａｒｔｉｎｇ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ[/u][/size]

[i]Name[/i] ☁ [b]"I am Strongpaw. That wasn't always my name, though, because my mother named me Will when I was a kit."[/b]
[i]Warrior name[/i] ☁ [b]"I doubt we apprentices are allowed to choose our own names, but I would like to be called Strongwill in honor of my old name. Oh, and my mother used to say that I [i]am[/i] strong-willed, as well..."[/b]
[i]Gender[/i] ☁ [b]"Uh, this should be obvious. I am a tom."[/b]
[i]Age[/i] ☁ [b]"Six and a half moons old, to be precise."[/b]

[size=120][u]Ａ ｌｏｏｋ ｏｎ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ[/u][/size]
[i]Appearance[/i] ☁ [b]"You ask the oddest questions. I'm standing right in front of you, you should know what I look like!"[/b] Strongpaw is a small-framed, slender dark flaxen-pelted tom. He has medium-length fur and a white undercoat, eartips and tail-tip, with sparkling, dark blue eyes. His muzzle and forehead are streaked with a light creamy color, and his paws are all pale brown. He has distinctive black striped markings on his legs, and his paws are broad and large despite his small size.
[i]Markings[/i] ☁ [b]"Eh. Most of them are just scars, I have very few fur markings."[/b] He has a long scar beneath the fur on his flank, and one of his paws is slightly twisted due to one of the more savage beatings during his kithood. His hind legs are heavily streaked with dark brown and black stripes.


[size=120][u]Ｓｅｃｒｅｔｓ ｉｎ ｔｈｅ ｓｏｕｌ[/u][/size]

[i]History[/i] ☁ [b]"I'd rather not talk about it."[/b] Strongpaw's mother was a gray-and-white tabby kittypet named Streak. Streak mated with a wildcat tom one day, and shortly afterwards had four kits; three she-cats and one tom. The small family lived together happily beneath the caring hands of their kind housefolk; but one day, their life was ripped apart.
Many strange different folk starting entering their home, often talking with their housefolk and always staring at Streak's kits. Then, to their grief, one of Will's sisters was taken away. No matter how hard Streak fought and screamed, her she-kit was yanked away from her belly.
One by one, the remaining three kits were sold to other housefolk. Most of the people who came into their home seemed kind enough and promised to take good care of the kits, but there were two people who came in one time, and their faces were savage and cruel. They pointed to young Will and took him away.
These housefolk were anything but nice, and often Will took beatings whenever he tried to squirm away from their rough uncaring hands. The housefolk's children were also not careful; though they tried to be gentle, they pulled at his fur and tail and yanked his ears whenever they 'played' with him. After one of the beatings broke one of the young cat's paws badly, he fled at the age of six moons old.
He had no idea how to fend for himself in the wild. One day, he found a very large group of cats living in a beautiful forest; these cats called themselves "MistClan", and their territory was practically brimming with prey. For a half-moon, Will lived among the borders of the forest, too terrified to sleep and only venturing into their territory to eat or hunt. He often dug up and stole the catches of the Clan cats, as he was an extremely bad hunter. He never allowed himself to be seen, however, as he was afraid these cats would also be as cruel as his previous housefolk.
At the end of leaf-bare, he took ill from a bad cough and collapsed deep in the MistClan territory. He was found and taken into the Clan for treatment, and much to his surprise he was accepted into the Clan and given the name Strongpaw.

[i]Personality[/i] ☁ [b]"I do my best to be polite, I suppose."[/b] Strongpaw is very withdrawn and quiet due to his previous life, but is nonetheless polite and does his best to be friendly. His stay in MistClan has done wonders on him. He still isn't the best hunter, but can hold out on his own during battle if needed.
He is not at all lacking in strength, hence his name, and despite his twisted paw he is quite fast on his feet. He has always been wary of Twolegs, however.


[size=120][u]Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ[/u][/size]

[i]Kin?[/i] ☁ [b]"My father had a Clan-like name, though I don't know if he came from any Clan or not; he disappeared shortly after he mated my mother. His name was Foggypelt, and he was described as having a brown tabby pelt with black leg markings, just like me. My mother was a pale gray and white tabby she-cat with long fur; her name was Streak. I don't remember my sisters much, but I know that Reddish had a bright ginger and red coat. Flower and Wish were both gray tabbies. And my youngest sister was the runt of the litter; she was black, with a silver undercoat. Her name was Duskmoon; I think my mother gave her a 'Clan' name in memory of my father."[/b]

[i]Crush/mate?[/i] ☁ [b]"No mate, and I don't have a crush, either. Maybe if the right she-cat came along..."[/b]

[i]Offspring?[/i] ☁ [b]"Uh, I don't even have a mate yet. How can I have kits?"[/b]

[i]Other?[/i] ☁ None.[/center]

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Dreampaw

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[left][size=150]Hᴇʟʟᴏ. I ᴀᴍ Dʀᴇᴀᴍᴘᴀᴡ ᴏғ MᴏᴏɴCʟᴀɴ.
Pʟᴇᴀsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ.[/size][/left]



[center][size=120][u]Ｗｈｏ ａｒｅ ｙｏｕ, ｒｅａｌｌｙ?[/u][/size]

[i]Name[/i] ☪ "[b]My name is Dreampaw. My mother gave me this name because shortly before I was born, she dreamed that her last kit would be a small silver she-cat. She was overjoyed when I was finally born, and she named me thus because of that dream.[/b]"
[i]Warrior name[/i] ☪ "[b]I don't think we apprentices are allowed to choose our warrior names, but I want to be called Dreamflower in memory of my mother, father, and littermates.[/b]"
[i]Age[/i] ☪ "[b]I am nearly eight moons old, and was apprenticed about one and a half moons ago.[/b]"
[i]Gender[/i] ☪ "[b]Um... shouldn't you be able to see that I am a she-cat?...[/b]"

[size=120][u]Ｉ ｐｒｏｄ ｔｈｅ ｐｕｄｄｌｅ'ｓ ｓｕｒｆａｃｅ.
Ｗｈａｔ ｄｏ Ｉ ｓｅｅ?[/u][/size]

[i]Appearance[/i] ☪ "[b]I believe you have eyes, though it puzzles me on why you insist on using them.[/b]" Dreampaw is a slender pale-silver she-cat with frosty blue eyes. She is rather small-framed and has always been small from birth, and her long black-striped tail looks rather large on her body, much to her chagrin. She has a striped pelt with darker gray tabby markings, and her face is a darker gray than the rest of her body. She has dark-gray-striped legs, three black paws and her left hind paw is completely white.
[i]Markings[/i] ☪ "[b]Do you have trouble seeing?[/b]" Her forehead is a dark gray, and the fur around her eyes is rimmed with a dark gray, making her appear that she has larger eyes than the normal cat. Her right ear is torn, and if one looks closely at her throat and neck, raw pink scars are cruelly branded there, due to a tragic event when she was young.

[size=120][u]Ｉｎｓｉｄｅ ｔｈａｔ ｍａｔｔｅｒｓ[/u][/size]

[i]History[/i] ☪ "[b]...I don't mean to be rude, but I'd rather not talk about it.[/b]" Dreampaw's parents were loners. Her father was named Larkspur, and he was a very handsome silver tom, and her mother was called Petal and was a loving brown tabby she-cat with distinctive black markings on her paws and legs. Dreampaw had one sister and a brother who were twins, and were the spitting images of Petal. But Dreampaw had always taken after her father, both in mannerisms and looks, though she had inherited her mother's paw and leg markings. She was born one day after the twins.
The family lived happily right outside the borders of a very large group of cats whom called themselves [i]MoonClan.[/i] The den where Dream's family lived in was very close to a river that snaked away from the MoonClan borders, and the river was practically brimming with fish even in leaf-bare. Larkspur, being the kind tom he was, often brought the fish he caught deep into the territory of MoonClan to leave for the large group of cats, always wanting to help out but keeping himself carefully hidden.
Then one day, the impossible happened. A severe epidemic swept through the forest; it seemed to be a sort of foaming sickness, and would leave the victim with incurable spasms that would get stronger and stronger, and eventually lead to a slow painful death. Petal was untimely killed by this disease, and Larkspur attempted to lead the broken family despite his own clawed heart.
Then a dog pack was roaming through the forest. Dream's littermates were torn asunder while she herself was pinned beneath the paws of a huge dog, forced to watch. Then she was pounced upon by two smaller slavering mutts, and her chest and neck were badly torn. Larkspur eventually managed to fight off several mongrels and grasp Dream by the scruff. Having no where else to go, he fled to MoonClan with Dream and begged the patrol that found them for help. They were taken back to the Clan and treated, but Larkspur soon died of his wounds and grief, leaving Dream alone. She was accepted into the Clan much to her surprise, and apprenticed at six and a half moons old.

[i]Personality[/i] ☪ "[b]Cats have always said I take after my father.[/b]" Dreampaw is a polite, kind cat that is quiet, shy and yet always cares for others. She can never stand seeing others in pain and can sympathize with cats that had lost their families - just like her. She loves hunting and especially enjoys hunting for fish, keeping in mind that this was her family's favorite type of prey. She is also quite adept at fighting, as well, but never enjoys it. She prefers to negotiate with words before unsheathing claws. She shows an uncanny interest in herbs and healing, as well, though she isn't a medicine cat or a medicine cat apprentice.


[size=120][u]Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ[/u][/size]

[i]Family[/i] ☪ "[b]My father was named Larkspur; it was he who brought me to MoonClan. My mother was named Petal, and she is the best mother I can ever ask for. I had two siblings, and they were only one day older than me. They were twins; my sister was Lilac and my brother was Aster. They all had flower names, which I used to find pretty funny. I marked their graves with flowers myself.[/b]"

[i]Crush/mate?[/i] ☪ "[b]I am too young for a mate, and the one cat I admire... it is not his choice to love.[/b]" She will never tell her secret for the world, but she has always been attracted to the medicine cat apprentice, Littlepaw.

[i]Offspring?[/i] ☪ "[b]None.[/b]"

[i]Other?[/i] ☪ Hi :3[/center]

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Sparrowpaw/flit

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[size=190][color=#804000][b]"Wᴇʟʟ, ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇ Sᴘᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴘᴀᴡ, I sᴜᴘᴘᴏsᴇ."[/b][/color][/size]

[size=120][u]Ｌｅｔ'ｓ ｓｔａｒｔ ｗｉｔｈ ｔｈｅ ｂａｓｉｃｓ[/u][/size]
[i]Name ♒[/i]  [b]"I was named Sparrowkit when I was born due to my pelt coloration."[/b]
[i]Wanted warrior name ♒[/i] [b]"I doubt we apprentices are allowed to choose our names, but I'd like to be called Sparrowflit."[/b]
[i]Gender ♒[/i]  [b]"...wait, what? What kind of question is that? I am a tom, not some frilly she-cat, for goodness sakes."[/b]
[i]Age ♒[/i]  [b]"I am currently ten moons old, to be precise."[/b]
[i]Current rank ♒[/i] [b]"I am an apprentice."[/b]


[size=120][u]Ａ ｌｏｏｋ ａｔ ｔｈｅ ｏｕｔｓｉｄｅ[/u][/size]
[i]Appearance ♒[/i]  [b]"Don't play dumb with me, I'm standing right in front of you. Look, I'm waving a paw in front of your face. If you can see that, then you know what I look like." [/b]Sparrowpaw is a lean short-furred brown tom with sharp amber eyes. His tabby fur is flecked with streaks of white, dark brown, and black, making his pelt resemble the feathers of a sparrow, hence his name. He has black-tufted ears and small black paws. His chest and stomach is splashed with white, and his tail is striped with a creamy color. He is rather small for a tom of his age, but he doesn't let that bother him.

[i]Distinct markings ♒[/i]  [b]"I'm not even going to answer that."[/b] Sparrowpaw has very few prominent markings, but his left ear is nicked and he is missing a part of his tail due to an incident that occurred when he was young.


[size=120][u]Ｄｉｇｇｉｎｇ ｄｅｅｐｅｒ[/u][/size]

[i]Personality ♒[/i]  [b]"Huh. I just do my best to be myself."[/b] On the outside, Sparrow may just seem like a normal young tom with the occasional bursts of a fiery temper. In reality, however, he is cunning, very intelligent, judgmental and wary.
He has nimble paws and despite his size he is extremely swift. He is a good hunter and can hold out on his own in battle, but contrary to most toms his age, he prefers to negotiate with words rather than claws. He has a quick wit and an even quicker tongue, and he uses the latter to his advantage whenever possible. At times he can seem rather cocky and arrogant.
It is a little known fact that he hates climbing trees as he always feels off-balance in them, and Sparrow is also terrified of water.

[i]History ♒[/i]  [b]"Yeah, as if I'll be telling that to [i]you.[/i]"[/b]
[size=150][b]---[/b][/size]
[i]A shadow slipped through the darkness, stumbling awkwardly over twigs and stones and blundering through the undergrowth. The moonlight shone overhead in broken fragments through the trees, setting the cat's pelt alight with silver fire.
Silverstreak finally burst into the clearing, gasping and panting for breath. The brown tom that paced agitatedly in the meadow brightened visibly and hurried over, raining licks on the she-cat's ears.
[color=#0000BF]"What is it, Silverstreak? Why are you in such a rush?"[/color] the tom purred affectionately at his mate.
Silverstreak ducked away and backed up, eyes wide. [color=#404040]"We can't meet anymore, Dusty,"[/color] she whispered, her voice trembling with barely contained fear.
Dusty stared back in shock, amber eyes wide. He started to run after Silverstreak as she broke away at a staggering run.
[color=#0000BF]"Silverstreak - Silverstreak, what's wrong?"[/color] the tom all but wailed. [color=#0000BF]"I love you - I'd never let anybody hurt you! Silverstreak, why are you scared of me?"[/color]
The she-cat glanced back once, her eyes brimming with pain, and she answered in barely a whisper; [color=#404080]"I'm expecting kits."[/color]

The forbidden relationship was brought to a halt that night. When Silverstreak finally gave birth, she died in the process, having lost too much of her lifeblood while kitting. She left behind a single little tomkit, whom was the spitting image of his father.[/i]

And thus, the nameless kit was found in a forest, vainly trying to suckle from his dead mother. He was immediately brought back to the AshClan camp, and through the confusion and sorrow of having to bury the dead queen, the kit was given the first name that came to everyone's minds; Sparrowkit, named for his father's pelt.

"[b]I grew up aimlessly in the nursery. I wasn't the most sociable kit, instead preferring to chase mossballs and imaginary prey by myself, but I got along with my denmates fine. I only had one friend; Aspenkit, a pretty milky-white she-cat with these beautiful green eyes...
Kithood passed by, but it didn't seem to pass fast enough. That is, until one night I woke up to the whisperings of my denmates. You see, some of the more rambunctious kits had gathered together and plotted to escape the confines of the camp at night. There was a fox that had been troubling the Clan for the past few days, and my fellow kits wanted to go and chase it out. It seemed like the prospect of an awesome adventure back then, so I agreed when they invited me. We were just about to sneak out when we were caught by Aspenkit. When she found out what we were planning on doing, she wanted to come, too. The others were at first reluctant to bring her along on our 'mission', but she persisted and finally tagged along.
So, there were five of us; the three littermates Falconkit, Shatterkit, and Shadowkit, and of course there was me and Aspenkit. Five fluffy kits against a bloodthirsty fox; it was a daft plan, I was so stupid not noticing what a bad plan it was.

So, we wandered the forest until we came upon this reeking stench. We guessed it was the fox, so we followed it, trying to locate the predator. And find we did; it burst right out of a bramble bush while we were passing by, and in a heartbeat it had Shatterkit in its jaws. It was only then when we started to realize that we had made a stupid mistake.
Falconkit threw himself at the fox's paws while I swiped at its muzzle. It swiped right back at me, and nearly took off my ear. Nonetheless we continued fighting.
Some time later we were all exhausted. Shatterkit had long since gone to StarClan; Falconkit was bleeding his life away into the leaves. Shadowkit had lost practically half her face; she was still trying to claw at the fox but was rapidly losing blood. Aspenkit could barely move. As the only tomkit left, I tried to protect the two, I really did... but then the fox sent a lashing blow past my weak defense and Shadowkit fell.
The fox's jaws clamped around my tail. Worst pain I had ever experienced. I thought I was seriously dead when Aspenkit unexpectedly hurled herself at the fox's jaws, then everything went black.

I woke up in the medicine den; all my denmates were gone. They couldn't even recover Aspenkit's body; the fox had taken it away.
I lost half my tail from that attack; its still scarred today.
When I healed I became an apprentice; but my past, it will always haunt me, I swear...[/b]"
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[size=120][u]Ｓｍａｌｌｅｒ ｄｅｔａｉｌｓ[/u][/size]

[i]Family? ♒[/i]  [b]"The Clan told me my mother was a silver tabby she-cat named Silverstreak. It rumors that my father was a rogue, and that my birth broke the warrior code."[/b]

[i]Mate/crush? ♒[/i]  [b]"I don't think I'll ever like anybody. It'll be too restraining, being stuck with a mate for the rest of your life."[/b]

[i]Other? ♒[/i]  (None)

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[size=120]Shadowkit[/size] - [size=150][u][i]Shadowpaw[/i][/u][/size] - [size=120]Shadowflame[/size]


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 [center][size=150]L E T ' S  S T A R T  W I T H  T H E  B A S I C S[/size][/center]
[list][size=90][u]Name[/u] : : She was named Shadowkit when she was born due to her black-splotched tortoiseshell pelt, and currently she is Shadowpaw, her title representing her apprentice status. 

[u]Warrior name[/u] : : When she becomes a warrior she wants to be named Shadowflame in honor of her fiery personality, as well as the splashes of bright orange on her coat. 

[u]Age[/u] : : She is currently ten moons old.

[u]Gender[/u] : : She is most definitely a she-cat.[/size][/list]

[center][size=150]D I G G I N G  D E E P E R[/center][/size]

[list][size=90][u]Appearance[/u] : : She is a medium-furred she-cat with a tortoiseshell pelt, along with black and ginger markings and amber eyes. She is quite small-framed and very lithe, with relatively short legs as well; this build helps her with hunting quite well, but leaves her battle skills at a disadvantage. She has small creamy-white paws, with the same colored fur on her chest and the length of her belly, but the color darkens and tapers off sharply to a pitch-black at her tail. 

[u]Distinct markings[/u] : : She has a prominent bright orange marking on her flank, near her left hind leg. Much to her chagrin, the fur framing her face is still kitten-soft, and hasn't quite matured to properly sleek fur yet. Her ears are tufted slightly with black strands of fur. She currently has no scars. 

[u]Personality[/u] : : • Daring • Playful • Outgoing •

[b]Daring[/b]: Despite her size, it's pretty hard to find a cat braver than Shadowpaw; she is an utter daredevil. She loves hosting competitions with the other apprentices in the Clan, ranging from "who can catch the most prey" to "who can climb the highest tree without falling first". She enjoys challenges and laps up her various assessments with pride and guile, and wakes up every morning bounding to her mentor, demanding an early training session. She aims to be the best warrior she can be, and so far she's pretty sure she's reaching her goal.

[b]Playful[/b]: Shadowpaw does have her more solemn moments, but mostly she is playful. She is, in short, a social butterfly. She detests being alone and will feel uncomfortable or even scared if she is in a situation in which she is completely on her own. 

[b]Outgoing[/b]: Shadowpaw is quite outspoken; she voices all of her opinions and her thoughts aloud, to the point of seeming completely blunt. She has a very carefree personality, and it is hard to catch her feeling angry or depressed. She is also very friendly and considers the whole Clan as her sisters and brothers. As I said before, she enjoys hosting competitions, but also likes playing and joking around with her Clanmates, and can go so far as to even chat amiably with the Clan leader. 

[u]History[/u] : : Shadowpaw's mother and father weren't even properly mated; Duskymoon, her father, was supposedly in a relationship with another she-cat in the Clan, but after that unknown she-cat died of an illness Duskymoon began courting Shadowpaw's mother, Swallowbreeze. Shadowpaw and her littermates were completely a mistake, the result after a night's indulging. Duskymoon soon after was killed in battle with a fox, and Swallowbreeze completely broke down. Shadowpaw and her brother and sister were born nearly a quarter moon early, but Swallowbreeze died during the kitting.

Shadowkit (as she was known then), Brightkit, and Applekit were named by the medicine cat who delivered them. Brightkit and Applekit caught greencough and passed away after they reached their first moon, and therefore Shadowpaw barely has any memories of them; perhaps the faintest whiff of a milky scent, and the brush of a fluffy kitten pelt against hers, but otherwise nothing. She was raised by practically every other cat in the Clan save for her real mother, and is little deterred by the deaths of her littermates and parents as she does not remember them.[/size][/list]

[center][size=150]S M A L L E R  D E T A I L S[/size][/center]
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[u]Family[/u] : : Duskymoon her father - an over-flirtatious, careless tom with a white pelt with dark gray tabby stripes. Swallowbreeze her mother - a tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes who was wooed by Duskymoon and gave birth to kits while she was barely out of apprenticeship. Brightkit her sister - a tortoiseshell she-kit just like Shadowpaw. Applekit her brother - a ginger tomkit. All have died under various circumstances.

[u]Offspring[/u] : : Shadowpaw is currently too young for that.

[u]Love interest/mate[/u] : : None.

[u]Other[/u] : : I have to apologize for the utterly horrible layout. I did this entirely on my iPad which isn't exactly easy...[/list][/size]

[Greenleaf]

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current name: he is called Rushpaw, named for his
brown pelt as well as his lithe build; his mother was certain that
he would become a great runner when he grew up.
warrior name: he hopes to be named Rushfoot when he
reaches cathood.
age: this young apprentice is currently eleven moons old.
short personality desc: outgoing, friendly, impatient,
eager to learn, may be considered slightly naïve and he is
still rather inexperienced in the ways of the world.
short appearance desc: lithe brown tabby with white
paws and muzzle, has black and tan markings and long legs,
amber eyes.
skills: fast, stealthy, good at running,
climbing and making friends.
weaknesses: bad at brute fighting, can get snappish
when really irritated, is terrified of water for no
particular reason
family: Goldenpelt (died of kitting), Leafkit (stillborn),
unknown father (unknown), and unnamed brother (stilborn)
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It was one bitterly cold night, one of the coldest leafbares the Clan had ever experienced. Inside a den huddled the sodden, cold forms of many cats, curled up tightly in whatever warmth their scrappy nests offered. At the back of the den, however, there came many keening wails of agony, coupled with a soft, reassuring mew that was however getting more desperate by the second.
"Worry not, Goldenpelt, it will soon be over," the medicine cat repeated, futilely stroking the flank of the trembling queen. The healer had done all they could, and the only thing to do now was grimly wait in the silence that was ever-so-constantly broken by the yowls of the laboring mother-to-be.
It was just before dawn when Goldenpelt finally collapsed back into her nest, barely breathing, and a small tomkit slipped onto the moss. The medicine cat swiftly nipped open the birthing sac and the kitten let out a huge yowl that belied its small size. The queen gave an almost inaudible purr and murmured something; the medicine cat leaned forwards and peered at Goldenpelt's dimming eyes. "What was that, Goldenpelt?"
"Ruskit," the mother whispered, a low rumble rasping deep inside her throat. "His name will be Rushkit. He looks so much like his father..."
And with that, Goldenpelt went limp and never spoke again. The medicine cat continued working frantically and managed to pull out the two remaining unborn kits from their parted mother, but alas, the small bundles of fur had been born dead and would never open their eyes to the world. Finally admitting silent defeat, the healer pulled the newly-named Rushkit close. Already the small kit was blinking open huge eyes, though they were a little cloudy; but the medicine cat knew that soon enough they would clear up and the kit would be able to truly see. Even at its tender age, the kit had unusually long legs for such a young cat, and though he was a bit small-framed, his lungs were healthy and strong.

Yes, this kitten would one day make a fine warrior.

[Greenleaf]

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[Greenleaf]

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"Not all that have FALLEN are vanquished
a KING may yet BE without CROWN
A BLADE that was BROKEN be BRANDISHED
and TOWERS that were STRONG may FALL DOWN."

This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
King of the lands of Anôr, and of the royal line of Elendil.

As he is of the regal Númenórean blood, his life-span
easily surpasses those of normal mortals; he is currently
eighty seven years old.
His past life was spent mostly in hiding after his father
was killed in an orc-raid; and as Aragorn was the last
living heir of the line of Isildur and therefore due to
take up the throne of Gondor, the Dark Lord Sauron
sought after him ever and anon.

He joined the Fellowship of the Ring at the beginning of
the Great War, and spent the next thirteen months
fighting alongside his comrades in one final stand against
Sauron. When the War was over and won, Aragorn finally
managed to claim his throne as the rightful heir of Gondor.
Shortly afterwards he wedded Arwen Úndomiel Evenstar of the
Elves, and they had a son and two daughters, further
continuing Isildur's lineage.

If one was to describe Aragorn in three words, they
would be 'strong, yet silent'. Indeed, Aragorn is a rather
grim man due to his past life and the horrors he had
witnessed during the War.
He possesses an almost Elven-like wisdom due to his
being raised in Rivendell in his early years, and as he was
trained by the great Lord
Elrond himself, Aragorn's skill as a healer is nearly
unmatched by anyone else.
He is also a mighty warrior, exceptionally skilled with the
sword, and is a fair but firm commander when it comes to
his leading others.

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overall summary

name:
Elena Xiao

age:
Twelve

district:
four, the district
of sea and fishing

nationality:
Chinese/Asian

appearance:
small-framed, short
for her age, dark
shoulder length hair,
brown eyes.

personality traits:
shy, quiet, thoughtful,
intelligent, loyal, prone
to panicking when things
go wrong

skills:
swimming, making
fishing tools, can handle small to
medium sized weapons such as
knives or short swords
crush?:
none
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This is Elena Xiao, the young girl representing the females of District Four.
She is currently twelve years old, the youngest possible age to participate in the Hunger Games. Prior to her being chosen as a tribute, she lived in the slightly poorer side of District Four and made a living for her mother and younger brother making appliances for the fishermen. Ever since she has been old enough to control her fingers, she has been taught to make tools, and is therefore extremely adept with her nimble hands; she can tie knots and nooses as quick as you please, and can make fishhooks from complete scratch, though her skill lies mostly with net-weaving. She also knows a trifle bit of fishing, and learned skills on how to trap small aquatic creatures from her father before he passed away in a boating accident.

Unfortunately, having a way with her fingers will not have large impact on her chances of survival. Though her district may be part of the Careers, Elena had never indulged in the harsh tribute training sessions that her school offered, as she had no desire to be taught how to kill. This may be a decision that she will come to regret.

Elena is small-framed even for her age, and she stands at only 150 cm tall, and she is also naturally lithe as she weighs only about ninety or so pounds. She has large brown eyes, with dark hair framing a suntanned face. She is completely blind without her glasses, which she constantly wears on a chain around her neck when they aren't perched on her nose.
Despite her disadvantage in height, strength and size, she is quick and agile, and her smallness can enable her to slip into places that larger people may not be able to fit into. As is wont of the rest of District Four, she can swim like a fish and is able to hold her breath for long periods of time beneath the water. Intelligence and a surprising craftiness grace her mind while she is formulating plans. Unfortunately, she is rather prone to bouts of panic in tight situations, and as she has never truly seen violent death in the face, in life-threatening situations she can become utterly petrified.
As for weapons, Elena is able to wield small to medium sized light weapons, such as knives or even short swords when in need. She does not particularly like the prospect of hurting others, however; though if she happens to be panicking there isn't much knowing what she would do.

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[Greenleaf]

Meet Laegolas Thranduilion
'Greenleaf' of the Woodland Realm.
This elf is younger than most elves one would see; his age
is hardly over nine yén, or about 1250 summers in a mortal's
years. Indeed there are hardly any elves left that are his age,
as elflings are rare and hard to come by in these dark times.

Laegolas, or "Legolas" as he prefers to be called, was sired by
Thranduil the Elvenking of Greenwood the Great, now known as
Mirkwood. This thus makes him the Prince of the kingdom, and
he has been raised by royalty and is expected to take the throne
after his father's passing.

Legolas's personality is not unlike that of the rest of his kind.
As is wont of certain elves, he is generally quiet and introverted,
preferring the silence and calm of the trees than the chatter and
merrymaking of his father's feasts. He has a level head and
it takes much to annoy him or make him angry, as his temper
is slow. He believes in mutual kindness; respect him and he will
respect you.

He is quite the elf in battle; wielding his deadly bow and arrows
as well as his long knife, one would not want to cross him in a
fierce squall. Despite his fighting skills, however, he is
merciful, and will not kill without need. The only things
he does not show mercy to are the children of Ungoliant, as well
as the spawns of Mordor.

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Meet Tuilinnor Swallowflight of the Seulghem Kingdom.

At first glance, the inexperienced may automatically assume that
Tuilinnor is but a young man nearing his prime, but that is false;
Tuilinnor is not a man at all, but is of the fabled Elven-race.
One can hardly ever see Tuilinnor within the city walls; he is a
dedicated soldier, always volunteering to go out on patrols or on
guard duty.

Despite Tuilinnor's loyalty, however, as an elfling he had actually
been raised by a group of rogue elves outside the kingdom, due
to his family's mistrust of humans. A forest fire had chased him
out of his original home and he had been found by a patrol, badly
burned and half-suffocated from smoke. He was extremely
grateful to Seulghem for saving his life, and now works tirelessly
for his kingdom to prove his thankfulness.

Tuilinnor is not too unlike any other elves. Dark-haired, steely- eyed, fair
of face, with a tall, lithe build belying a gracefulness as was wont as the
rest of his race. He is normally quiet, preferring the thoughtful silence of
the woods to the noisy marketplaces of the city grounds, but he is also very
quick-witted and intelligent, with a surprisingly fiery temper if one decides to
prod at his ire.




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Full name: Tuilinnor Swallowflight ~ Goes by: Tuilinnor,
Tuilinn ~ Age: 157 ~ rank: warrior/scout ~
Basic desc.: Quiet, quick-witted, short tempered - dark-haired,
tall, gray-eyed - skilled bowman, swift, strong

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Roleplay belongs to { Dragon } and Keriae.

[Greenleaf]

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name: Shellpaw - 'shell' for his pelt and
'paw' for his rank
warrior name: Shellsea - '-sea' for his
swimming ability
rank: apprentice
Clan CrestClan
age: nine moons
personality: naive, curious, eager to
learn, good at making friends, talkative.
skills: is extremely good at swimming,
underwater hunting and holding his breath
beneath the water
family: mother: Misty
father: Gull
sister: Pebble
love life: none
other: none
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The stones bruised and scraped at her paws as the panicked mother ran with heaving gasps. Her fur was plastered to her body with sweat and her tail streamed out behind her; ribs showed easily from beneath her ragged, once-beautiful silver pelt; and bright blue eyes were stretched open wide upon her face. From her jaws dangled two small kits - one of them, a pale brown tabby, kept wriggling in her grip and releasing thin mewling sounds. The other one, a scrawny gray, was hanging still as stone.

There was nothing left that the mother could do. With a choked sob, she leaped over a scented border and cast around wildly for a hiding spot, finally perceiving a small dip in the sand, partially-covered by dark green seaweed - it wasn't too low for the tide to reach and couldn't be seen immediately, and that was all she needed; but it was too small, far too tiny for the mother to squeeze through, not even in her impoverished state. With a reverent gentleness the mother tucked the brown tabby in first, and the plain gray next. The latter gave out a tiny squeak and never moved again.

For one last moment, the queen gazed at her kits with her eyes brimming with sorrow and love. Then her vacant stare hardened and sharpened, and she let out a snarl and turned away.
A huge black dog stood proudly upon the rise, staring down at the growling silver she-cat, standing protectively over the hiding place that concealed her two kits. Her mind was crystal-clear and she knew what to do; breathing a "goodbye" to her children, the mother backed away slowly, waving her tail to keep the dog's attention. Her paws started to slip as she went down a slight incline that heralded the edge of a cliff; but the canine didn't notice her intent and its eyes lit up with greed, jaws slavering with hunger. In a tremendous bound, the dog vaulted over to the mother, entrapping her easily between its paws as its jaws closed off around her throat, and both hound and queen tumbled off the edge of the cliff to the dark water below.

A patrol came upon the hiding place the following day. The plain gray kitten had indeed long since died, the causes suspected being cold and hunger. The remaining kitten, the pale brown tabby, was found mewling alongside his dead sister. Without any indication as to where their mother was, the Clan took in the remaining living kitten and raised him as their own, fed by one of the nursing queens in the nursery. Since that day, the young tom was given the Clan name of Shellkit.

[Greenleaf]

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renegade (n): a person who betrays a country or a set of principles.

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Carnethia.
For centuries, this kingdom of mythics has lived in
domination over their territory; the mortals from the
foreign empires had never dared challenge them for
this rich land, out of fear of the living legends that
ruled the country. Lush forests dotted the region
and clear rivers snaked their way through the terrain,
with the wise and beautiful folk of the domain
keeping a sharp and deadly eye on their borders.

Freyod.
Thrown out of their own home and betrayed long ago
by their allies, the remnants of these once-great lords
of men had wandered aimlessly in the world for many
grievous years... until they came across a new territory
on the borders of Carnethia. Rolling hills, huge plains
and good soil promised an excellent source of an
agricultural dominion, and thoroughly satisfied, the
men of Freyod settled in quite happily... until they
noticed Carnethia's kingdom.

The catalyst.
Mortals and mythics did not mix, as a rule, but underneath all circumstances, the two of them
managed to live together for a short while in a very uneasy alliance, agreeing only on one thing;
ignoring the other would be the best way to live together in peace.

But there was one small problem.
There was a reason as to why Freyod was originally banished from their previous home. This
kingdom of men was vastly different from the rest, as the kingdom not only included normal
mortals; the kingdom sheltered other legendary races, as well. From immortal elves to magic-
wielding mages, many mythics very alike to the ones found in Carnethia lived peacefully
alongside the normal men of Freyod, making this kingdom practically an abomination to both
mythics and mortals.

A cruel twist of fate made the Carnethians find out the secret that Freyod had attempted to hide.
Enraged, Carnethia accused the magical folk of Freyod of committing treason, and demanded the
kingdom to leave at once. As was expected, Freyod stubbornly refused to leave this newly-found
haven, and thus, the 'truce of silence' was terminated. Accusations and arguments erupted between
the two once-peaceful kingdoms, and after a long and heated debate between the two, war was
declared. For nearly five years the war has raged, with the men against the mythics, and the
displaced magical folk from Freyod caught in the middle. "A useless war," some had said, and yet the
leaders of each kingdom were too prideful to end the battle.
Now, severe casualties are tearing up both kingdoms from the inside out, and the end to the war
is yet to be seen.

Which side will you choose?

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