≻ R o c k C l a n ≻ Semi-lit ≻ Not Accepting

[Spirited.]

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✖ B A S I C S

name ▸ Beetlewatcher
gender ▸ tom
age ▸ 33 moons
rank ▸ soon-to-be-leader

✖ R E L A T I O N S H I P S

mentor ▸ Frostwish
kin ▸ Beartooth (father), Gentlefern (mother),
- - - -Otterheart (sister)
mate ▸ Morningbreeze
crush ▸ none

✖ A P P E A R A N C E

build ▸ average, muscular build
fur ▸ short-haired, black
eyes ▸ yellow
whiskers ▸ average length

✖ P E R S O N A L I T Y

qualities ▸ curious, calm, collected |
- - - - - - - -often lost in thought, insensitive
strengths ▸ hunting, observation of nature
weaknesses ▸ too quiet, above others
likes ▸ being alone, hunting, cloud-gazing
dislikes ▸ being wrong, interruptions
habits ▸ staring off into the distance
fear ▸ failure
secret ▸ believes himself unfit to be leader

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Beetlewatcher was born after his sister Otterheart and she has never let him forget it. Throughout their kithood together, Otterheart was always the bigger one, always winning in their playfights. Once they turned six moons, however, it was Beetlewatcher who became an apprentice, his mentor one of the finest warriors in the Clan, and his sister who Shortwhisker picked as the future medicine cat of the Clan. From then on, the black tom trained as hard as he could in order to become bigger and stronger than the sister who had overshadowed him during the first six moons of his life. He had always been curious, which contributed to his fast learning as an apprentice, but in time he became one of the more calm and collected cats in the Clan, often lost in thought during hunting or training sessions. It was in these thoughts that he persuaded himself into believing that he was above everyone else. This, perhaps, along with the way his sister treated him as a kit, may have contributed to his insensitive nature. Despite all these negative characteristics, there was one she-cat who came to love him. Morningbreeze was the young warriors only friend as an apprentice and, after becoming warriors and sitting vigil together, the two just fell into step. The she-cat was killed by a badger in one of RockClan's old camps and it was rumoured that she had been pregnant with kits at the time. Not long after the tragic event, Beetlewatcher was chosen as deputy by Sparrowstar after a fire claimed the life of the previous one. At the time, the black warrior was only 24 moons old. Now, after the tortoiseshell leader's death, it is Beetlewatcher who stands guard over the Clan, hoping that this time StarClan will be good to them and will give them a place to call home. Though he loves the Clan dearly, he believes himself unfit to be leader, but does not share that fear with anyone for fear of an uprising within the Clan.

✖ the lost leader ✖

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✿ B A S I C S

name ▹ Otterheart
gender ▹ she-cat
age ▹ 33 moons
rank ▹ medicine cat

✿ R E L A T I O N S H I P S

mentor ▹ Shortwhisker
kin ▹ Beartooth (father), Gentlefern (mother),
- - - -Beetlewatcher (brother)
mate ▹ forbidden
crush ▹ none

✿ A P P E A R A N C E

build ▹ average, slender build
fur ▹ short-haired, brown tabby
eyes ▹ light amber
whiskers ▹ slightly longer than average

✿ P E R S O N A L I T Y

qualities ▹ curious, playful |
- - - - - - - -likes to fool around, forgetful
strengths ▹ making others laugh, finding herbs
weaknesses ▹ remembering remedies,
- - - - - - - - - -connecting with StarClan
likes ▹ playing with kits, going for long walks
dislikes ▹ cleaning out the medicine den,
- - - - - - -grumpy elders
habits ▹ twitching her whiskers in amusement
fear ▹ falling in love
secret ▹ StarClan rarely speaks with her

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As a kit, Otterheart thought she had only one thing in common with her brother: curiosity. Time passed and, as it turns out, she was very right. The complete opposite from Beetlewatcher, this she-cat is playful and loves to fool around. Nevertheless, she takes her duties as a medicine cat as seriously as she can, though she often forgets remedies and makes fun of the grumpy elders that come to her for help. Cleaning out the medicine storage also happens to be the bane of her existence. It was things like this that made Shortwhisker wonder why he had ever picked Otterheart to be his apprentice; after about two moons, it became apparent that Beetlewatcher would have made a much better one in this profession. He put up with all of her antics as best as he could and, at the time of his death during the bout of greencough that swept through the Clan, Otterheart swore she could not have wished for a better, wiser mentor. Taking over the duties of a full medicine cat at the age of 20 moons, she soon found that talking to StarClan was quite difficult for her; even a visit to the Moon Falls (at previous camp) or Cliffs rarely resulted in any contact. This she keeps a secret from the Clan, including her brother, Beetlewatcher. Despite this terrible secret, the medicine cat remains up-beat, hiding this secret well with her playful manner. Her personality attracts certain toms, but they know she is forbidden from mating; one of her worst fears remains the idea of falling in love, as she feels she has done enough wrong in the eyes of StarClan if they refuse to communicate with her. She cannot risk causing more trouble.

✿ the playful medicine cat ✿

[foxflight,]

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→ ＢＡＳＩＣ ＩＮＦＯ
name; ivystorm [ ivykit, ivypaw ]
age; 26 moons
gender; she-cat
rank; warrior
clan; rockclan


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crush; none [ open ]
mate; none
friends; tba. [ open ]
mentor; willowbreeze [ deceased ]
father; darkstrike [ alive - NPC ]
mother; rosewhisker [ deceased ]
siblings; none
other relatives; melodyheart [ cousin ]


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good traits; intelligent, gentle, mature
neutral traits; protective, quick thinker, loyal
bad traits; fiery temper, harsh at times
strengths; combat, stealth at night, stamina
weaknesses; speed over rocks, swimming
habits; tail lashing, whiskers twitching
fears; being unable to reproduce kits
secrets; may have the same disease
her mother had [ unconfirmed ]


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build; tall, long limbs, slender, sleek
fur colour; jet black, white chest splash
fur texture; long, fluffy, soft, clean
eyes; pale green, hints of yellow flecks
scars; between shoulder blades; jagged

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Ivystorm, born as a single kit to a pair of old warriors, Darkstrike; a fierce and undeniable brave warrior and Rosewhisker; sweet and motherly. The two warriors were an odd couple, for Darkstrike was surrounded by a certain coldness that made him feared by others and Rosewhisker was far too innocent to see, or even acknowledge that coldness. But it was obvious Rosewhisker brought out a different side of Darkstrike; the dark warrior started to smile and laugh and to many it was obvious that Rosewhisker was indeed a gift to Darkstrike.

Burdened with a disease; it was hard for Rosewhisker to keep a litter whilst pregnant, let alone conceive one. But Ivykit was their miracle kit, the one that had survived. Quickly, the couple grew attached to their kit who had the black fur of her father, but the pale green eyes and gentle soul of her mother. Moons flew past and Ivykit grew, soon becoming apprenticed to a stern, but gentle warrior called Willowbreeze.

Half way through Ivypaw's apprentice training her mother died from the disease, leaving her absolutely heart-broken. She quickly fell into a depression, barely eating and avoiding everyone besides her own father who never left her side, worried for his own daughter. At least half a moon later Darkstrike finally snapped, unable to see his own daughter waste away. Darkstrike had taken Ivypaw out of camp and attacked her, claws sheathed. Quickly angered, she attacked back, taking out all her anger, sadness and grief on her father. It was then when everyone knew Ivypaw had inherited her father's harshness and fiery temper, her combat skills as good as Darkstrike's. And that, was why she was named Ivystorm at her warrior ceremony. A name which resembled strength, despite how gentle and sweet cat she was.

All seemed well, until she and her clan-mates were evicted from their territory. They were forced to move on, search for another land that they could call their own. So began to journey; throughout it, Ivystorm remained near her father. Very worried over his aging state; but they eventually arrived at their new home, the canon. A few days after they moved into the new territory, Ivystorm fell ill, vomiting and shaking. She was told she may have gotten the same disease her mother had as it was passed through genetics, but nothing has been confirmed as of yet.

Now, after six moons, Ivystorm and Darkstrike had adjusted to the new territory considerably well. Though Ivystorm finds it difficult to move over rocks at great speed, and this was proven when Darkstrike tripped whilst chasing a rabbits and sprained his paw and bruised his ribs badly. Ivystorm then forced her father to abandon his warrior title and became a warrior; worried for his health.

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|Name;; LarkSong|

|Mother;; TimberPad (Died of Dehydration)|----------------------|i

|Age;; 27 Moons|

|Father;; FireFrost (Died of Starvation)|-----------------------|iiii

|Gender;; Tom|

|Siblings;; He was an only kit, his mother was carrying kits.|-------

|Rank;; Apprentice|

|Positive Traits;; Loyal, Kind and Caring.|

|Crush;; None, but he is always looking.|------------------------ii

|Neutral Traits;; Observant.|

|Mate;; None, right now he is too wrapped up in his duty as warrior.|

|Negative Traits;; Focused on the past, Stubborn.|

|Kits;; None, He would most likely be a horrible father till he gets his act together.|

|Likes;; Being alone, Listening to birds.|
|Dislikes;; Negativity, Rudeness, Being in crowds.|

|History;; Once upon a time, LarkPaw was the most flirty, egotistical and most adventurous apprentice of his group. He would spend allot of his time showing off, trying to impress his fellow apprentices. All while his parent's grew proud of him, not for his haughty displays but his progress on becoming a warrior.
When his mentor, RunningLeap, informed him and his kin that he would soon be receiving his warrior name, or atleast he would of. Before he could receive his warrior name the clan set off on their Journey to find a new home. At first LarkPaw did his best to keep up moral support among his fellow apprentices, wasting energy trying to keep everyone hopeful. That's when his father fell ill, maybe by choice or by sickness he stopped eating, slowly falling behind the clan until eventually their medicine cat announced him dead, of what was reasoned to be starvation, given no-one had seen him eat for the longest period of time.
Not long after his mother became ill with a fever, for lack of water she died, her last words being that she was going to be with her love, and not to cry over an old soul. After the loss of all known kin all aspects of LarkPaw's once open and bubbly life seemed to vanish. He devoted himself to the clan, and became locked into a state of desperation to save as many lives as he could.
When they came to their new camp, LarkPaw was the first to be given a warrior name, LarkSong, The leaders subtle attempt to try and give him a brighter aspect on life, the virtues he was assigned being loyalty and determination.|

Name ::
MelodyHeart
Gender ::
She-cat.
Age ::
24 Moons
Personality ::
Positive Traits: Intelligent, Motherly.
Neutral Traits: O.C.D, Mildly unpredictable.
Negative Traits: Sensitive, has a temper.
History ::
Light filled the den where the small tortoiseshell kit laid, her mother and two brothers beside her as the medicine cat of the time leaned forward and sniffed the pelts of the new-borns. Looking upwards the medicine cat smiled, "Thought of any names?" She asked as FawnLeap flicker her tail in thought, "The grey tabby will be RiverKit" She explained, looking to her mate asking him to name one. Slightly caught back by it all CrowFang laid his eyes on the solid grey tom, "WolfKit?" He suggested, sighing with relief as FawnLeap nodded, accepting the name he had chosen. Lastly their was the tortoiseshell kit who lay mewling in a sweet rhythmic matter. "MelodyKit" was FawnLeap's decision as he gave her little girl a soft lick.
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MelodyPaw, as she would have been called in the time of her apprenticing, was very mischievous and clever, never beyond causing a little trouble here and there, and although that slowly faded away as she grew mature no-one can deny that the death of her mother and father in a badger attack took a long while for her to recover from. One of the traits which she developed over the moons was a strong OCD like behaviour when it came to the fresh-kill pile and nests. In her spare time it wouldn't be uncommon to see her shifting all the prey into perfect piles in order of size and type.
She received her warrior name before her brothers, being called MelodyHeart after her exotic voice and kind nature. During the trip to their new home she watched as her brothers slowly melted away into nothing, along with other members of her clan. She was glad when they finally found a home and at this point in time, only cares for a safe haven for her kits to be raised in.
Rank ::
Queen.
Love Life ::
Her mate, DustStorm, has died recently and she isn't ready for another lover yet.
Kin ::
Mother: FawnLeap (Died in a Badger Attack)
Father: CrowWing (Died in a Badger Attack)
Siblings: She had two brothers, RiverPaw and WolfPaw, who died on the journey to their new home.
Offspring: She is close to giving birth to a litter of three.
Other ::
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[beryl]

{Raindapple is an old character, that I have been using. I am making a new character though, at the moment for whom I will be using as a new one. (:

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The first thing you would notice about this she-cat is her eyes.
Two beautiful oval orbs, surrounded by an ocean of ice blue.
Next, your eyes would sway over to her body; a sleek, smooth frame with silver fur,
black stripes rippling down her shoulders and back, to be highlighted with
white and a taint of chestnut brown.
She could be portrayed as a runner; with long, sleek legs, and
nimble paws, perfect for dashing through a forest without effort.
Her fur is short, and smooth, along with a distinct shine to it, if
it ever happens to catch the sunlight.

This she-cat has an interesting personality; a naturally curious she-cat,
who loves to adventure and explore the unknown. She has a intelligent
vibe to her; calm headed and wise beyond her years. You would think
that these two traits would clash against each other right? Surely, an
intelligent cat would not just throw herself into the unknown, completely
unaware of what's out there. But that's how she learns, through trial and
error, discovering the unknown. Almost always full of energy, you will always
find this she-cat poking around the place, checking strange smells and working
things out in her mind. Now, don't forget her other traits; a normally gentle and
sympathetic cat; with a side of witty comebacks and sarcasm.

Her history is a fairly basic one- if you count leaving your parents on your own to
wander the world by yourself. Sick of her parent's tight grasps, she simply left one day,
breaking loose from the ropes that held back her curious mind. Once she left, she traveled
as she pleased; never staying in one place for long. She encountered many experiences,
ranging from wandering lonely alleyways to running through waving fields of farmer's land.
Finally, after wandering through the forest she had met this group of cats; to her, it was time
to settle down, and here was the perfect place. Nice clan, nice land. Perfect for a cat such as her.
Of course, she still misses travelling carelessly, but ties with these cats have rooted her too far;
she's not going to leave for quite some time.

The one thing that this she-cat hasn't encountered is love. Of course, she's seen it bloom and prosper,
but never for herself. It is safe to say, that this she-cat has never felt it. She's dying to find out what it
feels like, but is sure to not rush into anything. Of course, it wouldn't be hard to lure a tom in, with her
good looks and charm, but that wouldn't be the best of it, would it? She wants a tom to love her for her.

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gender;; female

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age;; adult

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love life;; none, but would like a mate.

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kin;; rose, tooth.

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dislikes: spiders, rivers, birds of prey.

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likes: trees, running, hunting

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advantages; keeping thoughts to herself, great tree climber
good runner

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disadvantages; can't swim, dislikes confined spaces, dull fighter,

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description: small silver tabby she-cat
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scars: a small nick on ear,
several on shoulders

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scent:cut grass

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personality: curious, gentle, intelligent.

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You notice a young, but rather
handsome tom staring at you, almost daringly, but without saying anything.
To you, this tom seems unique; a black coat, as dark as night, but eyes.. A
striking yellow-green, colour that seems to grasp you, and pull you closer.
After getting to know him, you know that he is eleven moons old, and a son to
Ashstrike and Goldenflower. He had a brother, but who has passed on.

His body build is one much like a Bengal; though his fur is a bit longer.
He has an athletic look to him, with long legs, and nice sturdy shoulders.
This might be the reason he likes fighting so much; he has a good advantage.
If you were to to over and speak with him, your first impression of
him would be friendly; despite the reputation for black cats being mysterious,
and cold. None of that would reside in him. If you get to know him better,
you would find that he's impeccably brave; always willing to do the hard stuff,
though a bit of a show off in front of the females.
Within speaking to him, you notice that he's a bit sarcastic, and witty, though intelligent
at the most. H'es quite an energetic cat, and gets bored quite easily- sometimes to the
point of being reckless. He can be a bit of a smart mouth at times, and will fight for what
he believes in. You may happen to notice that Emberpaw is quite the flirt- especially with his
fellow female den mates. He will certainly act like a gentleman around them, or do something
to catch their eye, if he feels like it. Though flirty, he's never really been interested in a mate-
but sometime in the future, he might have one.

The start of Emberpaw's history is a fairly normal one, but after that, it all just goes to hell.
Emberpaw was born to two loving parents, in his loving clan. He even had a brother, named Oakpaw.
The two of them were very close, and it seemed like nothing could ever go wrong, until his seventh moon.
Like always, both he and Oakpaw were bored. Finally, after loitering around for a few minutes,
they decided to head out. It was just a walk, and maybe they would even catch a few mice.
But while they were on their way to the popular hunting meadow, they came face to face with a rather angry dog.
Emberpaw was the only one who could get up a tree in time. He had thought that his brother was right behind him,
at his tail, but it wasn't until Oakpaw's screams started, that Emberpaw realized what was happening.
He tried to help, he really did, but by the time the other cats were there, Oakpaw was dead, and Emberpaw seriously hurt.
The tom was in the Medicine cat den for over a moon, getting over multiple wounds on all over his body.
Luckily, his fur grew back quite normally, and covered them up. But he had no luck with his ears;
they remained scarred and as chipped as ever.

Emberpaw doesn't like to talk about his parents; after Oakpaw had died, they decided to leave the clan, and become rouges.
They couldn't bear to be in the same place, where their son had died. It still pricks his heart to the day, and
even mentioning it will set him off.

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"In the eye of storm you'll see a lonely dove
The experience of survival is the key
To the gravity of love"

Name: Ravenpaw (Ravenheart)

Age: 7 moons

Gender: Female

Rank: Apprentice
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Description: She is a black cat with lustrously soft fur. Her paws are white and so is her chest and the tip of her tail. Her eyes are a light cloudy blue, and she is nearly blind. (she will be completely blind soon) Her right hind leg is gone, and there is only a small stub of where it used to be. She is small and somewhat scrawny, due to a month of starvation. She is shot furred, which leaves her with little warm around leafbare.
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"Don't be afraid to be weak
Don't be too proud to be strong
Just look into your heart my friend
That will be the return to yourself
The return to innocence"

Personality: She is a very determined cat with true grit to get things done. She can be very sweet, but she has a very headstrong nature, and she tackles anything that stands in her way of what she wants to be. Initially, she is a quieter cat, observant of her surroundings and cautious. She is somewhat embarrassed and insecure of her disabilities, but tries her best not to let it show. She is not overly proud, however, she dislikes it when cats pity her or try too much to help her.She is very loyal and always sticks with her loved ones until the very end. Once she is better acquainted with a cat, she is spunky and energetic. However, she does have trust issues, so it can be very difficult to get her to open up and show the tender and insecure cat she really is. Due to these trust issues, relationships are difficult for her. She also happens to be very sarcastic, so it's best not to bother her about her blindness or ask stupid questions about it. Ever since her accident on the thunderpath, she is terrified of going near them. She still has nightmares of that day and getting chased out of her previous clan.
Overall, she is a determined but challenged cat with a great thirst to prove herself.

History: She was born into another clan far away.. Her mother was a medicine cat. Outraged that a medicine cat had kits,her leader and a few warriors chased out her and her brother. While they were living alone, her brother died in the middle of the night. He was only a little kit. This made Ravenpaw very sad, but she knew life had to go on. One day, she got very sick and nearly died. But when she finally recovered, her sickness caused her eyesight to gradually deteriorate. She is now nearly blind, and will soon completely loose her sight. She wandered the forest for weeks, trying to find something to eat. She survived primarily on nuts and berries she found lying around. She grew paranoid, fearing that her old clan was out to get her. She was startled by a noise, and she panicked. She took off and ran as fast as she could. Unable to see where she was going, she ran onto a thunderpath and lost her hind right leg. She was found unconscious, her blood staining the thunderpath.
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A flock of birds hovering above
A flock of birds
That's how you think of love

Kin: Moonkit (brother)- froze
Nightshadow (mother)- alive, but in another clan
Father-unknown
Crush: None yet
Mate: None
Kits: None
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(I will be making a new male warrior soon. Would it be alright if I played 3 cats though, for the sake of having an elder? I'm not sure if many people will make them.)

[Taiyo]

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I will not fade
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name; Cougarheart
age; 30 moons
gender; She-cat
clan; Rockclan
rank; Warrior
coat; Tan
fur; Short, sleek coat
eyes; Pale yellow
status; Singlexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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She had always been a fighter. Born on a cold, snowy leaf-bare night, she came to the world yowling and kicking. When her littermates succumbed to the cold, she clung on desperately to life, cracking yellow eyes to witness the sunrise of another day. Her parents coddled her, their only surviving kit of their first litter and named her Cougarkit for her unbreakable spirit that reminded them of the great mountain cat. As Cougarkit grew, it became apparent her fighter's spirit had not only given her strength but also a scary temper. Her sense of justice is strong and the tan colored she-cat would do anything to defend what she believes is right. Fiercely loyal, she'll always keep her clanmates in first place and wouldn't hesitate to throw herself in harms way to protect the weak and young. She is proud of her strength and skills in combat, but harbours doubt of ever finding love because she had none of that 'soft' feminity other she-cats have. However, it was her fierce spirit that had captured Forestflight's attention and the two fell madly, madly in love. The time spent with Forestflight had smoothened out Cougarheart's rough edges and she had begun to smile more, laugh more. But that ended all too quickly when a vicious badger snuffed the light with one gigantic paw. Cougarheart was shattered and the happiness she gained crumbled to dust as she fell into depression and lashed out constantly. When finally she climbed out of the ditch she dug herself into, the fighter had deflated. The she-cat now is just an empty husk with a volatile temper and a dangerous thirst for action.

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But now I'm found
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name; Brighteyes
age; 25 moons
gender; Tom
clan; Rockclan
rank; Warrior
coat; Calico
fur; Short, smooth coat
eyes; Faded yellow
status; Singlexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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The little kit had been brought into a world of confusion. Others witness things he couldn't, know things he didn't and spoke of things he never understood. When Dawnleap and Honeydream brought him over to the medicine cat, they were shocked to learn that their little kitten was born blind. Despite that, his parents never gave up on him and learned to adjust to his disability and aided him in his development. They named him Brightkit, for his optimistic and hopeful personality despite his difficulties. Slowly the young tom began to piece together his world and began to visualise in his own unique way, the world he lived in. While he couldn't see, he could feel, hear and analyse his environments better than any other cats. He was apprenticed to a gentle she-cat named Doveflight who had volunteered to mentor him when others wouldn't. Doveflight admired Brightkit's determination and together they devised new techniques that wouldn't put him at a disadvantage during a battle. Brightpaw developed into a talented warrior with a set of unique skills. Because his world had always been dark, he never felt discomfort when others ask him about his blindness - in fact, he was only all too willing to share his beautiful world to others, if only they'll listen. During his warrior's ceremony, he was given the name Brighteyes for the light of life that reflects brightly from his golden pupils despite his blindness. Brighteyes however felt the name unsuited for him, for he never knew what his eyes looked like, nor what 'light' is.

[Wormgod]

Name Cedarpaw Cedarfall
Gender Female
Age 6 moons
Rank Brand-new apprentice. Mentor - Larksong
Appearance Cedarpaw is a tiny scrap of a she-cat, even for her age. Her mother, Ternfeather, worries that the circumstances surrounding her birth may have stunted her growth. (That's not true, though. She takes after her small grandmother, Lakedapple.) Her fur is a blend of every shade of brown and black, strikingly similar to the bark of the cedar tree. Her eyes are a dull forest green with hints of amber, akin to the cedar tree's leaves.
Personality Cedarpaw is as energetic and mouse-brained as young cats come. Even with her weak lungs, she simply cannot sit still! She's always looking at something, or chasing some poor insect around the camp. It's possible for her to calm and take situation seriously, but it must be drilled into her brain hard. Luckily, she will mature with age.
History Cedarpaw was born at the beginning of Brokenclan's journey. An only kit, she was cautiously watched over by her mother and other queens. She caught white cough--bronchitis--briefly, and her weak kit lung were damaged. She wheezes after a long run.
Family
Mother - Ternfeather - NPC - White she-cat with black ears and paws.
Father - Stoneclaw - NPC - Gray and black tabby tom
Father's father - Burningpelt - NPC - Dark brown, lanky tom
Mother's mother - Lakedapple - NPC - Unusually small she-cat with light gray fur and blue eyes.

[Luscinia]

ι נυѕт ωαитє∂ уσυ тσ киσω, тнαт вαву, уσυ'яє тнє вєѕт
ι'νє gσт тнαт ѕυммєятιмє, ѕυммєятιмє ѕα∂иєѕѕ

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✯ ✮ ☆ ★ ∂αи¢ιиg ιи тнє ∂αяк ιи тнє ραℓє мσσиℓιgнт ★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Name ► Cricketleap

Gender ► Female

Age ► She's about thirty moons of age, or two and a half years old in human age.

Rank ► She is a humble warrior of Rockclan.

✯ ✮ ☆ ★иσтнιиg ѕ¢αяєѕ мє αиумσяє★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Personality ► Cricketleap is a very logical and intelligent she-cat, proving herself to hold a great amount of wisdom and knowledge within her. Many compare her to an elder, or even a medicine cat at points. Though, she always humbly claims that it's merely the result of studying for most of her life. That's another trait to her; her amount of humility. She's also very hardworking, brave, selfless, stubborn, patient, calm, and undoubtedly eager to assist anyone in need.
There are of course flaws to her, as she can sometimes come across as a know-it-all, and loves to argue. Her stubbornness also tends to get her in a bit of trouble also.

History ► Not too much has happened in her life, but her past wasn't boring either. She was born to two of some of the most energetic cats in the clan, and so it came as a shock that she has been the calm and collected cat she has been for her entire life. Both of her parents died at basically the same exact time of the same exact disease when she was eight moons, leaving behind their two kits, Owlpaw and Cricketpaw. Of course, they mourned for a bit, but they carried on with their training, eager to become warriors.
Owlpaw's dream never came true. During their final assessment, Owlpaw had slipped and fell to his death. Cricketpaw carried on with her assessment, and ended up passing.
Passing was not enough to cheer her up once she found out about her brother's death. That night, she was named Cricketleap, under the song of the crickets that echoed throughout the canyons. This name was given to her in honor of her family line, with their agility, stamina, and speed. And even though Owlpaw wasn't physically there, they gave him his warrior name for all of Starclan to hear. He was named Owlshadow, the name he had always wanted.

Skills ► She's very skilled at hunting and fighting during the nighttime, and is wonderful at tactical ambushes. She's also swift, agile, sensible and clever.

Weaknesses ► She has trouble climbing trees, and doesn't exactly like water. Highly windy weather and storms also seems to slow her down.

Favorites and Likes ► Her favorite prey is any type of bird, her favorite activity is taking walks at night and/or listening to the crickets. She loves summertime, and favors nighttime more than daytime. She enjoys looking after the kits and playing with them, as well as training apprentices. She also loves to listen to stories and to tell stories, just to free her imagination a bit.

Fears and Dislikes ► She despises windy days, and dislikes the taste of reptiles, but she'll eat them without complaint if nothing else is around. She's terribly afraid of water, and she also has a huge fear of thunderstorms. Finally, she fears of being alone, because she prefers being around other cats.

✯ ✮ ☆ ★нιgн нєєℓѕ σff, ι'м fєєℓιиg αℓινє★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Fur ► She has a fairly thick grayish-brown, white, and cream tabby pelt with hints of dark ginger in a few areas.

Eyes ► She has dull yellow-colored eyes, with a faint hint of turquoise around the pupils.

Build ► She has a tiny, but lean and agile-looking build.

Appearance ► She is actually rather pretty, but that all depends on opinion and perspective.

Other ► None.

✯ ✮ ☆ ★ι киσω ιf ι gσ, ι'ℓℓ ∂ιє нαρρу тσиιgнт★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Mother ► Redleaf. Redleaf was a small, slender, thick-furred reddish-brown tabby and white she-cat with turquoise-colored eyes. Deceased.

Father ► Sparkstrike. Sparkstrike was a lean pale ginger tabby tom with pale yellow eyes. Deceased.

Brother ► Owlpaw. Owlpaw was a broad-shouldered dark brown and cream tabby tom with large pale yellow eyes. Deceased.

Crush ► Currently, she doesn't have a crush. Though, I am open for her to have one.

Mate ► Doesn't have one at the moment.

Kits ► She adores kits, and loves the idea of having some of her own one day.

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✯ ✮ ☆ ★ ι ωαит тнє ωσяℓ∂ ιи му нαи∂ѕ ★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Name ► His name is Serpentfang.

Gender ► Male

Age ► He's thirty-six moons of age, or three years old in human years.

Rank ► He is a warrior

✯ ✮ ☆ ★нєα∂ ιи тнє ¢ℓσυ∂ѕ, вυт му gяανιту'ѕ ¢єитєяє∂★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Personality ► At first, Mamba may come across as cold and unsocial, but when you get to know him, that's not exactly how he is. He's still rather shy, but he's a sweetheart with a gentle, loving soul. Though, he does have a short-temper, and loves to get himself into fights, much to many's dismay. He's extremely protective of everyone in the group, especially his mate, the kits, and the pregnant females, and would immediately attack anyone who he distrusts around them.

History ► W.I.P.

Skills ► Running, ambushes, surprise attacks, and outsmarting foes.

Weaknesses ► Cold weather, heights, and water.

Favorites and Likes ► He favors eating rodents, and loves warm or hot weather.

Fears and Dislikes ► He dislikes eating fish, because of the taste, and has a fear of falling.

✯ ✮ ☆ ★ιт'ѕ тσσ ¢σℓ∂ fσя уσυ нєяє★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Fur ► He has thin, sleek gray fur with a few hints of dark gray here and there, and a cream underside.

Eyes ► His eyes are a moss green coloring.

Build ► He's lean, swift, and agile-looking.

Appearance ► He has a tough and intimidating look on his face.

Other ► He bares a long scar along his right side from being attacked by a rogue, who was supposedly his father.

✯ ✮ ☆ ★ѕσ ℓєт мє нσℓ∂ вσтн σf уσυя нαи∂ѕ★ ☆ ✮ ✯

Mother ► Sweetbreath. Sweetie was a smoky gray and white she-cat with soft pale yellow eyes. Deceased.

Father ► Brambletail, a dark brown and cream tom with black tabby stripes and dark green eyes. Deceased.

Siblings ► None, he was a single born kit.

Crush ► Doesn't have one, and he is open for one..

Mate ► None.

Kits ► None.

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[Spirited.]

All are accepted! Wow, I'm away for 7-8 hours and there are so many posts! At this rate, we'll be able to start very soon

≻ Update on spots left:
- - -2 male warriors
- - -1 female apprentice
- - -3 male apprentices
- - -2 queens
- - -1 female elder
- - -1 male elder
- - -2 female kittypets/loners/rogues
- - -1 male kittypet/loner/rogue

[rainswept.]

Can I reserve female apprentice?