♛ Iᖴ I ᔕTᗩY ♛ - Form thread [Please put bios on main thread]

[ErwinSmith]

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The Basic Information

Name Meaning;
He was named 'Firekit' for his flame like pelt. He was later named 'Firestorm' for he was
a good hunter and a fine opponent in battle, but his most apparent trait was his
unpredictable, violent temper and otherwise calm demeanor.
Age;
24 Moons
Gender;
Tom
Rank;
Warrior
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Physical Traits

Pelt;
A beautiful, handsome, vibrant red tabby much like an overwhelming wild fire. His pelt
consists of the brightest orange known to the cat's eye, veined with russet stripes
and leaves a soothing cream where the coloring doesnt hit as extremely
Eyes;
Compared to his lively pelt his eyes are disappointingly dull. The green could be much
more vibrant, but remains a calm olive tone. Though it isnt the most pleasing visual,
it adds a more interesting sense to his overall appearance
Build;
Firestorm is of no special stature and is quite average in size and mass for a tom. He
does, however have a longer claw length than most; that makes him slightly unique, but
nothing too recognizable is seen in his silhouette.
Scent;
Very musky, with hints of something similar to a bitter cedar smell.
Voice Claim;
"50 Pieces" by Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire
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Personal Attributes

Good Traits;
Passionate, protective, independent, witty, confident, loyal, honest, and alert
Bad Traits ;
Short tempered, brash, aggressive and dominant in nature
Fears;
Death by water, he is no skilled swimmer.
History;
Firestorm was born into a broken family. His father was some loner, rouge, kitty-pet, a
cat from a different clan or one from his own. He never knew, and his mother,
Russetnose, likely hadn't a clue as well. He had four brothers, Redkit and
Foxkit were the only two of his siblings that lived long enough to be named.
Redkit was the sweetest of the three, Foxkit was as bitter and aloof as his
mother and Firekit was a mixture of both his brothers. Russetnose had a hard
time loving Redkit, and never paid much attention to him. It was while she
was "watching" him was he taken by a hawk. Foxkit had been the most
rebellious of the three, and ate a deadly amount of Yarrow and was in the
medicine den for many moons before dying. With her favorite kit dead,
Russetnose left in the dead of the night, leaving Firekit just two days before his
apprentice ceremony.
Ambitions;
Live a long life, yet die honorably before he becomes an elder.
Love;
Shecats of Interest: None
Loved One: None
Kits Fathered: None
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[quitting,,]

Sorry 'bout that! Trying to get the basic outline of my two other cat's forms ready ;w;

Lovely forms! You are accepted! I will add your cats once I am done Gullpaw.

[dorkasaurus]

"Know your role and play your part..."

I R O N H E A R T

"...Because in the end, all I have is an iron heart..."

O n T h e S u r f a c e
Name: Ironkit Ironpaw Ironheart Ironstar
Gender: tom, male
Age: 28 moons y o u n g
Allegiance: OakClan
Position: warrior
Wanted position: deputy
Physical Description: Ironheart is a Blue Russian to be specific. His fur is thick and short, protecting him from the cold without being a pain to groom, and it's a dark gray-blue colour (unlike in the picture). His eyes are a steel blue, a hint of harshness behind every gaze. His build is what makes him stand out from others. Broad-shouldered, well muscled yet lean, Ironheart's structure packs plenty of punch in battle with just a hint of agility. A quirk about him is a small tear in his right ear, self inflicted from training alone. Overall, he is a handsome specimen with genes fit for fighting.

B u r s t i n g T h e B u b b l e
Traits:Stoic, proud, passionate, determined, unquestionably loyal, doesn't boast/rather modest, powerful, closed off to the idea of love (thinks it makes cats weak), doesn't allow himself to get too close to anybody, defensive; surrounds himself with walls, has a subtle, powerful aura about him, rarely shows emotion, would rather die for the clan that become an elder
Backstory/History: Ironheart was not clan born. At around three or four moons of age, he was found by the leader of his clan at the clan border in the dead of winter and taken back to be raised as a warrior. He couldn't recall how he had gotten there or anything about his past, but there was always an itch in his paws and a growl ready to be heard in his throat. He was a true warrior from the beginning even if he wasn't clan born. Finding out that Ironheart couldn't recall a name- if he had one in the first place- the leader decided to call him Ironkit, for he did not mewl, he did not cry out, and he did not struggle. He had retained a hard expression the whole way back to the clan.
When he was small, Ironkit shared a nest with whichever queen would take him in. Luckily, he was only in the nursery for a little over two moons before he became Ironpaw. His mentor was a wonderful she-cat named Oceanheart, who's heart was indeed as wide and deep as the ocean. She taught him to widen his view and see beyond what his small universe consisted of. Oceanheart appeared to be the only cat Ironheart cared about. Moons after becoming a warrior, Oceanheart died from a bout of green cough that broke his mentor's body and mind apart. After she died, Ironheart did not talk to another cat for days. He performed his duties alone and shared tongues with no one. When his grief passed, he decided to put that wasted energy to use and provide more support and leadership for his clan. He had always wanted to protect the clan that saved him from the cold. At a young age, he set his mind on becoming deputy.
Throughout his apprenticeship and even after becoming a warrior and still to this day, Ironheart trains whenever he gets the chance. Usually its in the woods around dusk when the clan starts to retire and Silverpelt becomes visible. His mentality was to become stronger, faster, and overall, better and the best. He completely believes in the structure and rules of the clan, hence the reason he so strongly wants to protect it and keep it strong.
C l a n C o n n e c t i o n s *updated as rp progresses*
Leader:
Medicine Cat/Apprentice:
Warriors:
Apprentices:
Kits:
Elders:
P e r s o n a l T i e s *updated as rp progresses*
Mother: ???
Father: ???
Mentor: Oceanheart ~deceased~
Siblings: ???
Crush: n/a ???
Mate: n/a ???
Kits: n/a ???

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"So you thought that was fast...?"

S P I R I T W I N D

"...Let's see what you think when I run right past...!"

O n T h e S u r f a c e
Name: Spiritkit Spiritpaw Spiritwind Spiritstar
Gender: tom, male
Age: 13 moons y o u n g
Allegiance: MapleClan
Position: warrior
Wanted Position: eh, whatever's fine with him! Warrior!
Physical Description: Long-legged and lanky, Spiritwind has a wonderful silver coat with intricate speckles on his flanks and rings on his tail. He has pleasant green eyes. Not a shabby looking young tom!
B u r s t i n g T h e B u b b l e
Traits: arrogant, quick-witted, snarky, sarcastic, attention-seeking, has a soft/sweet side, protective over loved ones, friendly, not easily influenced, doubts others frequently, loyal, isn't all talk, dreamer, adventurous, quirky, sly, fast
Backstory/History: Spiritwind grew up in OakClan since the day in new leaf when he was born. He was the only kit of his litter, the son of Winterfrost and Hawktalon, two recently deceased warriors. He was the last offspring of this pairing, having other, older siblings in the clan (may be added later). This quirky youngster was only recently given his warrior name, Spiritwind, after proving himself worthy of joining the ranks by saving a fellow apprentice from a small fire outbreak. Luckily, no one was hurt then.
As an apprentice, Spiritwind wanted to climb every tree and see everything available to him. He wasn't the best apprentice due to his small attention span, but that didn't mean he was bad at what he did. Spiritwind openly allowed himself to be challenged by his fellow clanmates, seeing who could best him in a race. When he runs, it's like his paws don't touch the ground- only glide across as if he were a spirit, hence his name. This young tom has always found loopholes in instructions from those above him, including older warriors, and isn't afraid to do what he wants. Of course, it doesn't always end as smoothly as he had hoped.
C l a n C o n n e c t i o n s *updated as rp progresses*
Leader:
Medicine Cat/Apprentice:
Warriors:
Apprentices:
Kits:
Elders:
P e r s o n a l T i e s *updated as rp progresses*
Mother: Winterfrost ~deceased~
Father: Hawktalon ~deceased~
Mentor: Rabbitfoot
Siblings: ~may be added later~
Crush: n/a ???
Mate: n/a ???
Kits: n/a ???


((please let me know if anything needs to be added/changed/removed!))

[quitting,,]

Accepted! Please post your forms on the main thread. Thank you!

[chromatica]

"and if you're in love, then you are the lucky one,
'cause most of us are bitter over someone."



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the basics



name ➳ "I was named after my spiky and thick coat of fur."

name list ➳ Thistlekit > Thistlepaw > Thistlebriar

nickname(s) ➳ "Don't call me anything other than Thistlepaw, otherwise we'll have problems."

age ➳ "Eight moons. I'd prefer you don't make a remark about how 'young and fragile' I am."

gender ➳ "I'm a she-cat, though many have teased me on how I have a 'tom's' name. It bothers me, but I've gotten used to it."

crush ➳ "I.. Gullpaw's nice. Doubt he likes me though, most cats find me irritable and can't tolerate me."



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judge me for my looks and I judge you as a cat...


short description ➳ "I'm a thick-furred brown and black tabby she-cat."

full description ➳ Thistlepaw is a thick furred pale brown she-cat. She's got splotches of darker brown and black (on her shoulders and front paws), also some tabby stripes. Her entire pelt is just a mixture of creams, black, and browns. Her tail is extremely thick and fluffy, bigger than the typical size of an apprentice's tail. She's got large, pointed ears that are topped off by tufts of fur; though her ears are large, her hearing isn't as great as you'd think. Her body is short and stocky, not built for running fast. Thistlepaw's nose is pushed in, therefore she has a poor sense of smell. While her eyesight and hearing aren't ideal, she does exceptionally when it comes to hunting in trees, not the ground.


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not many like me, and that's fine...


personality ➳ With a brash attitude, Thistlepaw is definitely not a popular cat in the clan. Often irritable or rude, she speaks her mind no matter how much it will offend another cat. In other words, she doesn't have a censor. Thistlepaw is also heavily affected when emotional ties are severed. Her and her mother were extremely close, and her death nearly broke Thistlepaw. If it wasn't for the support her brother's been giving her, she would just be the faded echo of a cat. While Darkpaw tells her it wasn't her fault, Thistlepaw blames herself on the separation of her parents. She adores her brother and would defend him until the end. They aren't alike in any way, though. While Darkpaw is fiercely loyal and wouldn't challenge a single rule in the code, Thistlepaw does whatever she feels is right and doesn't let what others say or believe get in the way of that.

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[quitting,,]

Hi swan! Thistlepaw is accepted. You may post her form on the main thread now c:

[chromatica]

Hi swan! Thistlepaw is accepted. You may post her form on the main thread now c:

thank you! I'll refrain from posting her form until the other two are done.

[chromatica]

"and when I'm at the edge of sorrow's blade,
show me how a heart breaks."




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the basics



name ➳ "tigerstar chose my name. i did not need to be weighed down by the burden my old name would've given me."

name list ➳ basil > larkfrost

nickname(s) ➳ "none. i wouldn't mind being called lark or frost though."

age ➳ "thirty-two moons, why?"

gender ➳ "i'm a she-cat."

crush/mate ➳ "i loved a cat once. i bore his kits and in return he attack me and left me to die, and took my two daughters. i will never love again."



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white as the snow...


short description ➳ "i have medium length white fur and amber eyes."

full description ➳ larkfrost is an average sized she-cat with moderately thick white fur. she's got amber eyes that truly are the gateway to her sole. if you look into her eyes, you can almost feel what she's feeling. she's got tufted ears and paws. speaking of paws, a main feature of larkfrost is the fact that she's declawed. when she lived with two-legs, they declawed her with the fear that she'd slash open their expensive furniture. she's very self-conscious and often analyses other she-cats in the clan, comparing herself to them and finding out what they have that she doesn't.


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i just want a bit of respect...


personality ➳ a reserved she-cat, larkfrost keeps to herself. before the incident with her mate, she was a snobby she-cat who often bragged about her previous life in luxury as a kittypet. now, she rarely talks; and when she does, it's when she has something important to contribute to a conversation. due to the way she was previously betrayed, larkfrost has trust issues and does not form attachments easily. she forces herself to just think of everyone she meets as simply an acquaintance, just in case something happens to them.

history ➳ adopted into a wealthy two-leg's family, basil was a spoiled she-cat. her every need was attended to. well, that was until her house folk decided to declaw her and adopt a german shepherd. suddenly living in constant torment with no way to defend herself, she escaped. basil was as witty as she was a snob, and already understood that she'd die of starvation because she couldn't hunt. to prevent this, basil tricked many toms into believing that she loved them, and they served nearly her every will; after she had been with one tom for long enough and they were starting to become clingy, she ditched them in the night. this was her means of travel and food for nearly fifteen moons. while not ideal, it did the job and in the end, she had travelled further from her previous home then she had even thought possible. halting her travels, basil met a tom that she truly did love; and she was desperate for him to love her as well. his name was soot. soot was a sarcastic and cynical tom, yet she had fallen madly for him. eventually, she confessed her love for him and he stated that had feelings for her as well. she bore his kits moons later, and that's when her life took a turn around. the day of their birth, soot attacked her. he told her that he never cared for her, and would never care for a she-cat as desperate and useless as her. he left her nearly dead and took their two kits, which she had named (in her head, of course) marigold and bee. luckily enough for her, her wounds healed without getting infected, but she never saw soot or her two precious daughters again. developing a distrust for other loners, basil was lucky enough to find oakclan. while she wasn't trusted, she was let in. she had no hunting skill whatsoever, and no way to learn with her declawed paws. therefore, she was given the spot as a medicine cat apprentice. she learned quickly and when her mentor passed on, she took the position as a full medicine cat. to this day, though she tries to leave her past life behind, she can't help but hate the cat she used to be.

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[chromatica]

;; well i'm off to bed. it's 2:30 in the morning and i have to be up at 6 o_o
darkpaw's form will be completed tomorrow, sorry.

[rockett.]

name: silverstreak
age: thirty eight moons
gender: tom
rank: warrior

build: long and lithe
fur: silver tabby
eyes: pale yellow

main trait: strong-willed
good traits: passionate, observant,
gentle, detemined, respectful
bad traits: opinionated, curt, prideful,
impulsive, sensitive
strengths: swimming and running
weaknesses: attacking

mate: none at the moment.
crush: none currently.
kits: not right now.