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Laurelbite - Warrior

Postby ErwinSmith » Thu Oct 30, 2014 2:31 pm

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The Basic Information

Name Meaning;
'Laurel' came from the white flower that represents victory and her bright white
pelt. As an apprentice, she discovered she was a very successful and perhaps, at the
time, the clan's best hunter and was named Laurelbite for that reason.

Age;
21 Moons
Rank;
Warrior
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Physical Traits

Pelt;
Her pelt is of a pure white, making her stand out easily to animals with especially
keen sight such as hawks, but her stealth makes up for it. Her coat would be much more
brilliant if it weren't for her coarse texture. She isn't one to waste hours grooming herself,
especially since a denser coat provides more protection.

Eyes;
Large, round green eyes much like old moss by a creek bed, or the leaves of a great
tree during the rainy season, or a thicket of leaves and thorns, or the brilliant green leaves
of poisonous plants.

Build;
Slim, tall, slender with a fluid, lanky stride. A body meant for graceful movement and
silent steps. A body that ensures feminine and muscular balance, meant for agility and
not brute strength

Scent;
Her scent is fainter than most, smelling of a variety of damp shrubbery; this is for her
stealth tactics mainly draw her to hide her noticeable pelt in plants she can easily get
in and out of without making much noise.

Voice claim;
"Dream A Little of Me" by The Mamas & the
Papas

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Personal Attributes

Good Traits;
Responsible, selfless, loyal, friendly, honest, protective, thoughtful, respectful
(unless angered), clever, excellent hearing, keen eyesight and scent.

Bad Traits ;
Blunt, more paranoid than most especially when it comes to prey, shortly tempered
and prone to cause a fight when conversations get hot. She's conflicted on the idea of
motherhood, kits would be nice and she's eager for a tom to care for and to be loved in
return. But doesnt really know if shes cut out to be a mother, for both her parents were
bad examples

Fears;
Harm to her clanmates such as plague or a war and a shortage of prey.
History;
Her father has died, and her mother left the clan and returned to her loner lifestyle
soon after; their names were Whiteclaw and Dove, who was called Dovepelt for a short
time. Whiteclaw had a few litters with Dovepelt. Only two of them survived and stayed
with the clan. The rest died of illness or took to their mother's former ways. Dovepelt
was a white oddeyed cat, being deaf in the ear where the eye was blue, with poor sense
of responsibility but was very affectionate to makeup with her flawed motherly skills.
Whiteclaw was a strong, strict and cold yet calm white tom with burning orange eyes, most
of his kits didn't take a liking to them and followed their mother's steps, becoming rouges
before they were named warriors. Laurelbite stayed for her father mentored her and she
grew more love for him than her mother. He fell in a way that wasn't as honorable as he should
have. The proud, strong, devoted warrior died from fighting a mere fox. There were no visible
wounds, but he was hit hard and bled from the inside. He refused to show anyone his pain,
making his injuries untreatable and oblivious to anyone. After his death, Dove left with her
newest littler, leaving behind Laurelbite in her young adult years

Ambitions;
She aspires to be the clans deputy
Love;
Toms of Interest: None
Loved One: None
Kits Mothered: None

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Firestorm - Warrior

Postby ErwinSmith » Thu Oct 30, 2014 2:38 pm

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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. He's conflicted on the idea of
fatherhood. He would like to have little kits that looked like him and a sweet
shecat to calm his mind, a family to protect and raise. However, he is afraid
of hurting anyone he dearly cares about with his words or claws. Therefor, he
doest let many get close to him. Hes a hurt, confused soul who needs more
guidance than he'll ever accept

Fears;
His own temper.
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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Re: ♛ Iᖴ I ᔕTᗩY ♛ Open and accepting! [apprentice spots clos

Postby dorkasaurus » Thu Oct 30, 2014 3:08 pm

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


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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...?"


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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 ???
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♛ Gullpaw ♛

Postby quitting,, » Thu Oct 30, 2014 4:03 pm

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    This is Gullpaw, a young Tom of 11 moons. He will be a warrior in one moon!
    Gullpaw could be described as many things; thoughtful, caring, loyal- or even selfless. For the ones he loves, he would be willing to sacrifice his own life. As a young kit, he was not actually clan born, but born as a loner. His mother had died while kitting, leaving him, her only kit, to slowly die. But alas, this was not the case. Dawncloud had found him on a patrol with three other cats. Bringing him back to the camp, there had only been one queen at the time who believed strongly in the warrior code and what was right. Her name was Brambleheart. By the time he became an apprentice, Gullpaw had been ready to become a warrior. Though when his foster mother died only a moon ago, Foxstep took him under his wing. Though he is polar opposites of Foxstep, he is slowly starting to love him as a father.
    In the current future, Gullpaw wants to be named Gullheart. Though his mother is dead, he can still faintly remember what her name was. His mother's name was Swan; for her beautiful snowy white pelt.
    Gullpaw is a white Tom with grey patches; he has blue eyes and a long, fluffy tail.
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♛ Willowtail ♛

Postby quitting,, » Thu Oct 30, 2014 4:04 pm

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    Willowtail is infamously known easily as the biggest trickster in the clan, not to mention one of the sassiest cats as well. Though she may seem small and fluffy, she isn't afraid to stick up for herself. She can easily crack a joke thigh, and unfortunately will laugh at all the jokes she makes. Willowtail was born into the clan with her mother named Goosepelt and her father Cedarstream. At the age of three moons, her father's stomach got bloated, and worms had been found in him when the medicine cat saw him ill. Eventually he passed away from white cough, his body to weak for lack of nutrition from the worms. Her mother soon fell into grief and pain at the loss of her mate. Unable to bear it, her mother soon became mates with another Tom, but died having his kits. None of them survived. By the time she was an apprentice, she blamed Icefang, the very Tom who killed her mother, for everything. When Willowtail was 12 moons old, she was on patrol with Icefang when he slipped on ice and cracked his head open. Though Willowtail should have done something, she could only gloat at the victory of her foe now dead. As she looks back on her decision, she strongly regrets it. She dreads the day she dies, not knowing if she'll go to Starclan or the Dark Forest. For now, though, she tries to enjoy life to it's fullest. After all, she only has a certain amount of years until she dies.
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Re: ♛ Iᖴ I ᔕTᗩY ♛ [Not accepting! Please finish reserves.]

Postby Luscinia » Fri Oct 31, 2014 11:06 am

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      Meet a young male apprentice, of the name Bristlepaw, for his spiky coat. It's been this way since he was a newborn kit; something even the medicine cat had snickered at. Bristlepaw would like to be named Bristletail or Bristlefur in his future as a warrior. He is middle-aged for an apprentice, being ten moons of age. The young tom bares no crush on any young female in his clan right now, but that may change in the near future. If the she-cat is light-hearted and funny, he'll probably fall right for her!

      At first glance, Bristlepaw seems like a serious type of cat, but if you take the time to really get to know him, you'll find that he's the complete opposite. He's usually laid-back, and loves a nice, funny joke. Especially the ones he cracks! That's right; this goofball has a habit of laughing at his own jokes. This trait irritates some, for some, it makes him even more charming. He'd rather spend his days having fun than do boring stuff, but surprisingly, cleaning out nests doesn't bore him. While he works, he tends to spark up friendly conversations with the queens or elders he cleans the nests for, and they usually seem more than happy to share words with him. This meaning, he's a very sociable and socially flexible cat. But like all cats, he does have his flaws. He tends to be very passionate about his opinions, to the point where he refuses to see the other side of the argument. He can also be pretty short-tempered, and if he loses his temper with a cat, he tends to avoid them until they confront him.

      Bristlepaw was born into a normal life on a normal day, to a female named Swiftwing and a male named Kinktail. He was a rather large kit, as well as the only kit in the entire litter. Growing up, kits envied him for his ability to be spoiled as an only kit. But by the time his apprenticeship came, he began to struggle socially, which greatly upset him. He was bullied by some, ignored by others. Until finally, he grew the confidence to confront these cats in the most positive way he could. He got his point across, and slowly, the other apprentices began to respect him. Since then, he's began to open up to everyone.

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      Meet the mysterious and wise warrior, Owltuft. This honorable warrior was given his name soon after birth because of his great horned owl-patterned coat, and later had "tuft" added on because of his long fur. He's an older tom of around forty-eight moons of age, so about four years in human terms. This definitely mean he's had a number of life experience. He has no crush, and he's been reminded several times by others that he's beginning to be rather old. But so far, he hasn't been interested in romance ever since Moonheart's death. If a she-cat happens to spark his interest, which is possible, then his opinions may change.

      Owltuft is a cold and distant cat, who'd rather stay in a tiny group of quiet friends than be around a noisy crowd. But Starclan knows how devoted he is to keeping his clan safe, even though some don't seem to trust him because of his unsocial personality. He has many wise words to share, and if you're a younger cat who needs some advice, he'll be more than happy to give you some. He is a shockingly peaceful cat, who would much rather hunt than fight. Though in battle, he is a powerful and valuable warrior to have on your side.

      Owltuft was not clanborn like many cats in his clan were. He was born to a rogue female, Thistle. Thistle raised her three sons, Owl, Root, and Bramble for a moon, but a fox found its way into their den, killing Thistle and two out of the three kits. The surviving kit spent a day squealing its poor head off, until a patrol heard it and found it inside. He was identified as male and brought into the clan, given to a queen who miscarriaged her kits the day before. The day after, they prompted him for his name, and his name being the very few words he knew, he answered "Owl".

      When he reached the age of an apprentice, all of his fellow apprentices shunned him for being of a different blood. All but one; a snarky young she-cat named Moonpaw. Moonpaw accepted him for who he was, and often was the one who stood up for him and shut up his bullies. They became close friends, and as many cliché stories go, they fell in love by the end of their apprenticeship. Though, it took them a while to admit their feelings. Fourteen moons, in fact. When Owltuft and Moonheart were twenty-six moons, Owltuft asked the pale gray and cream she-cat to be his mate, and she happily accepted. Two moons later, Moonheart was announced as pregnant.

      However, when Moonheart was just days away from giving birth, a curious fox wandered into the clan. The same species that killed his last family, killed his love and their future inside of her belly. He was devastated, and turned to taking it out on the clan with a short, fiery temper. Since then, he's calmed down into a quieter state, but he's been careful about becoming attached to any cats.
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Meet Snowwatcher, the loving mate of Foxstep and in a few moons, the mother of their kits. She was named "Snow" for her pelt, then "watcher" due to her fascination with the world. She's considerably young, being only thirty-two moons.

Snowwatcher was probably the worst warrior that existed, due to her rather spacey nature. She was forgetful, easily distracted, and incredibly talkative. Lets not forget clumsy. She's always been rather cowardly in a fight, and during a hunt, she'd almost always give her position away. The only skills she could bare was swimming and fishing, but in a clan like this, it has never played a helpful role. Though, don't be fooled, she doesn't get embarrassed easily. If a cat dares to mock her, note that she's extremely sassy when irritated, and will vent at you for quite a while. Long story short, the role of a mother was made for this cat, and the clan should be thankful she's being taken out of her rank as warrior. Though, many are worried that the kits will be in danger because of her crazy nature.

The last notable trait about her is her love for nature's beauty. She respects all prey she catches or eats, she admires the plant life around her, the sound of birds, or even the weather. She always seems so grateful for life, and in some cases, she can give good advice about happiness.

Snowwatcher's life hasn't been all that rough, but it hasn't been perfect either. Her mother, weak from getting greencough, died while kitting her and her brother. There father had died a moon before in battle, so the clan considered the two kits orphans. The other queens in the nursery took turns caring for the rowdy kits, named Snowkit and Palekit, but they never seemed to care. The roughest period of time for her was her apprenticeship, being considered the worst apprentice there was. But a tom named Foxpaw kept her moving forward. When she became a warrior, notably late [seventeen moons], the clan slowly began to respect the level of maturity, not skills, she obtained. It has been no surprise to the clan that she became mates with her motivation...

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♛ hawkspot. & hollywhisper.

Postby grizzly. » Fri Oct 31, 2014 11:51 am

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name: hawkspot----------------
age: thirty-five moons---------
gender: tom-cat----------------

rank: warrior--------------------
clan: stoneclan-----------------
desired rank: warrior----------

base coat color: l. brown-----
markings color: d. brown-----
eye color: p. green------------
build: muscular-----------------

mother: fawntail {d.}---------
father: eaglefur {d.}----------
siblings: yowlclaw {uk.}------

status: single.------------------
crush: not at the moment.---
mate: none.---------------------
offspring: none.----------------





















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Born into the clan, Hawkspot was one of two in his litter. Fawntail, a beautiful, slender, light brown she-cat with darker spots and rich green eyes was the mother to young Hawkkit and his brother, Yowlkit. Eaglefur, a tall, muscular tom with dark brown tabby fur, which was paired with red flecks when in sunlight and black stripes and pale green eyes, was Fawntail's mate, and the father of Hawkkit and Yowlkit. Hawkkit and his brother couldn't be more different, like their parents. Hawkkit was a rather large kit, in height and in bulk, with his mother's light brown fur and darker spots, paired with his father's pale green eyes, whereas Yowlkit was smaller, slender, with their father's rich dark fur and markings, and their mother's rich green eyes.

Hawkkit and his brother grew up very healthy kits, each with their own weaknesses and strengths. Where Hawkkit's strength was, was Yowlkit's weakness and vise versa. Yowlkit would often be crushed underneath Hawkkit when they play fought, and Hawkkit would be left in the dust when they decided to race. These two brothers grew up with a love-hate relationship, as their similarities seemed to make the duo invinsable, but their differences often caused a fight, moreso as apprentices rather than kits.

Six moons after the boys' birth they were named apprentices, Hawkpaw, with his mentor being Talontail, a slender tom-cat, and Yowlpaw, with Honeyscar, a muscular she-cat, as his mentor. Both toms were furious about the leader's choice in their mentors, as they believed they should be flipped around, even though they both knew why it was done; to try and strengthen their weak points. The choices in mentors didn't last very long, two moons at most, before the two warriors were switched with what apprentice they had, and further strengthened their strong points. Hawkpaw and Yowlpaw both barely squeaked by on their assesments, passing with flying colors in their strong subjects, but were just barely able to pull it off in their weakest.

Hawkpaw was awarded with the name Hawkspot, for his pelt, and Yowlpaw with Yowlclaw, for his swiftness in the hunt. Hawkspot hardly saw his brother much anymore, but when he did, he often noticed the dark warrior hanging around the apprentice, Hollypaw, a small black apprentice. Almost every cat had their suspicions on Yowlclaw and Hollypaw's closeness, and even Hawkspot's suspicions were confermed a few moons later, when Hollypaw became Hollywhisper, when it became obvious that the two had become mates, and only a few moons later, Hollywhisper announced to Yowlclaw about being pregnant with his kits, and that's all Hawkspot could hear for moons from his brother, and when the birth of the kits arrived, each one was born a stillborn, and the clan had almost lost the young warrior in the process. Hawkspot knew this had tormented his brother, and it became more apparent when four moons later Hollywhisper was pregnant again, and only a few days after the announcement of his brother's mate being pregnant again, Yowlclaw disappeared, without a word and without a trace.

Hawkspot purposely tries to keep his distance from Hollywhisper, since his brother's disapperance, and finds discust in the fact that he can see the queen's intrersts drifting away from Yowlclaw and towards another warrior of the clan. Due to Hawkspot's involvement with Yowlclaw and his [former] mate, he hadn't been able to find himself love. He is a very flirtatious tom, but he hasn't been able to find a she-cat he could love, more than Yowlclaw loved Hollywhisper.



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name: hollywhisper-----------
age: twenty-three moons----
gender: she-cat----------------

rank: queen---------------------
clan: stoneclan-----------------
desired rank: warrior----------

base coat color: black---------
markings color: black----------
eye color: y. green--------------
build: slender--------------------

mother: quailquiver {d.}-------
father: blackenpelt {d.}--------
siblings: sootwalker {d.}--------

status: single.--------------------
crush: owltuft--------------------
mate: yowlclaw {uk. former}--
offspring: coming soon.--------




















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Clan born to Quailquiver and Blackenpelt, both very slender, very dark-pelted cats had one litter of kittens, containing two, equally dark and equally slender kits; whom they names Hollykit and Sootkit. The only difference between these two kits were their eyes. Hollykit had yellow-green eyes and Sootkit had dark green, almost amber, eyes, and Sootkit was a little bigger than Hollykit.

The two littermates got alone fairly well as they both maintained similar attitudes; calm, determined and intelligent. Hollykit, however, was more gullible and sensative than Sootkit was, which is probably her biggest fault. And it proved to be her worst fault yet upon reaching six moons, and becoming an apprentice, when she quickly shut out Sootpaw for a handsome, young warrior; Yowlclaw.

Training became a challange for Hollypaw as she was mostly focused on her fatuation with the dark tabby, which often times irritated poor Pigeonwing. However, when there was the threat of her not being able to become a warrior, she put all of her focus into the last moons of training, making it a priority over Yowlclaw's affection. Thanks to the help of her ability to learn quickly, she was just able to pass her final assesment, and was awarded with the name; Hollywhisper, and her brother; Sootwalker. Maybe a moon after being granted her warrior name she became mates with Yowlclaw, and not long afterwards became pregnant. Her parents and her brother did not approve of her becoming a queen so young.

When Hollywhisper fell into labor, she was still too small and not fully grown, therefore lost a lot of blood, striking few of losing the young warrior so soon, the black cat had been fine after plenty of water, food and rest, but the horrid news of her kits, all three of them, had been stillborn. Hollywhisper was desperate to have another try, to provide the clan with more members, but also to prove she was strong enough. The event had frightened Yowlclaw, and resulted in him keeping his distance from Hollywhisper, until three moons later, he resumed his closeness towards his mate, and a moon or so later, Hollywhisper was once again pregnant.

A few nights after discovering her pregnancy, Yowlclaw disappeared from the clan, leaving Hollywhisper in dispare, and only to make matters worse, Sootwalker, Quailquiver and Blackenpelt had been killed in a hunting accident, leaving the queen to feel even more lonely and useless to the clan.

In the few months since Yowlclaw's disapperance her attention, and attraction has been directed towards Owltuft, finding an admiration in the large tom, but is too fearful of the large warrior rejecting her, either because he does not like the young queen, or because he is fearful that Yowlclaw will return and reclaim Hollywhisper as his mate, and wouldn't take "no" easily.
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♛ fernpool.

Postby elfish » Fri Oct 31, 2014 12:55 pm

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Say hello to Fernpool an ex-
queen. She is recently returned to
being a warrior about two moons
ago. Fernpool is a she-cat and is
twenty-seven moons old. Once,
cats called Fernpool kind, sweet,
and motherly.
Recently, though,
cats notice that Fernpool is often
seen alone and is usually
gazing off into the distance, lost
in her thoughts. Along with her
maternal instincts, Fernpool is
known to be fiercely protect-
ive, biased, and sensitive.
She
is obviously a golden tabby with a
average build a long claw mark
across her muzzle. Fernpool was
the mother to Acornkit and Lion-
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Ever since she was born, Fernpool displayed an amazing amount of care and love for those around her. She was the only kit of Larkcloud and Tigerfur's only litter, and was thus loved dearly by her parents. As a kit, she made plenty of friends in the nursery and nearly all the queens admired Fernpool's concern of every cat. At first, she considered becoming the medicine cat, but knew that she could not stand the scent and sight of blood. At the customary age of six moons, Fernkit was made into Fernpaw and given to a young warrior by the name of Hawktalon to train under. Fernpaw struggled as an during her days as an apprentice, but nevertheless she passed her examination and received her warrior name.

Fernpool fell in love with one of the loners her Clan had so graciously taken in. He was once known as Lion, but was renamed Brackenheart. The beginning of their relationship was rocky, but Fernpool eventually won his heart over. At the young age of twenty moons, she moved into the nursery with Brackenheart's kits. Fernpool's happiest days were spent in the nursery, for she loved being with the scent of milk and presences of the fellow queens and kits. Brackenheart often visited Fernpool, too. However, her happiness would not last. She experienced the pain of losing a loved one the third time when Brackenheart was killed in a border scuffle with some rogues. Though she was heartbroken, she continued to stay strong for her kits, whom she gave birth to several weeks after. She named her kits Lionkit, in memory of Brackenheart, and Acornkit. Fernpool was ferociously protective of her kits but that did not deter them from their fates. Fernpool caught greencough, infecting her kits. Both died only weeks later. Perhaps the weight of guilt and anger Fernpool feels is enough to drive her insane?
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♛ leopardpaw.

Postby elfish » Fri Oct 31, 2014 12:56 pm

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Ah, the young tom who has had an
unfortunate life. At ten moons of
age, Leopardpaw is known as
the medicine cat's apprentice.
A badger attack left him with a
scarred face and blind left eye.
He also has a twisted left paw
from the attack. His right ear is
torn, making him partially deaf.
Leopardpaw is a quiet and deter-
mined
who always finds a way to
get things done. He is quite intell-
igent and loves a good puzzle.
But
Leopardpaw is also very secretive
and withdrawn.
He is insecure of
his scars, and wants nothing more
than to become a warrior. Leopard-
paw's parents were Swiftcloud and
Tigerfang, and was the only kit.


















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Leopardpaw's story is not a happy one - that's for sure. He was born to Swiftcloud and Tigerfang, and his father was the ambitious deputy of his Clan. Though his mother's labor was long and hard, she only gave birth to one kit - a spotted tom who looked similar to Tigerfang's deceased sister. Her name was Leopardfoot, and so they named their only kit Leopardkit in memory of her. Growing up, Leopardpaw displayed great promise to become a warrior. His mother was protective and coddled Leopardpaw, but she always encouraged him to become the best he could be. Tigerfang adored his kit and often came to visit him.

Unfortunately, his life took a sudden change for the worst when he was seven moons old. He was on a border patrol with his parents and mentor when a wretched badger intruded and attacked them. Swiftbreeze was immediately killed. When the large creature turned on the patrol, the cats bravely fought. Leopardpaw, a new apprentice at the time, did not participate much in the battle. When his father, Tigerfang, was pinned down with no place left to run, he ordered Leopardpaw to flee. Of course, the spotted tom did, but he didn't make it far before the badger got him.

When he woke up, Leopardpaw wasn't sure whether he was alive. According to the medicine cat, he had been balancing between life and death for several weeks. But once he looked into a puddle and saw his reflection, he regretted even trying. He was ugly. His dreams of becoming a warrior ended right then and there, and he decided to become the medicine cat's apprentice, but struggles with the job of memorizing herbs and working under pressure.
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Re: ♛ Iᖴ I ᔕTᗩY ♛ [Not accepting! Please finish reserves.]

Postby rockett. » Fri Oct 31, 2014 2:44 pm

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    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.
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