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[IsABlueBean]

(Have to wash my hair now will edit this post later!)

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29 moons • warrior • no crush • tags: Bluefire
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Galestrike padded into camp at the crack of dawn with a large salmon between his powerful jaws, his sharp amber eyes illuminated in the soft light. The tall tom made a beeline towards the fresh-kill pile to drop his prey off. As he glanced up, he noticed a snow white she-cat sitting nearby and staring at the ocean, captivated by its charm. "Mornin', Bluefire," he greeted the warrior with an amused purr. He couldn't blame her for spacing out - he found that the ocean was usually most beautiful at this time of the day, its calm blue surface interrupted only by the occasional ripple. "Did you have a good sleep?" Galestrike asked nonchalantly as he turned back to face Bluefire, completely oblivious to the fact that she was troubled by constant nightmares.

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14 moons • rogue • no crush • tags: open
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Idris weaved between the borders of the forest, contemplating on whether she should enter or not. She had spent almost the entirety of the last moon surviving on the disgusting crowfood that twolegs tossed away, and she felt like she could pass out any second. She was already fairly thin without days of starvation, but now, although her calico pelt was still soft and silky, it wasn't difficult to see how bony she had become. Venturing into the trees meant that she had at least the smallest of chances to catch prey, but she had heard of the clan of wild cats that lived nearby, next to the ocean, and she wasn't a fan of becoming their prey either. She could hear the sound of waves crashing against the shore in the distance. Perhaps if I just steer clear of that... Idris let out a huff of annoyance and marched into the trees. If she didn't eat something soon, she would be as good as dead anyway.

[Karma.]

{I'll reply tomorrow, guys<3
I forgot to tell you lot who will be deputy *-*
As Ravenfur is older, I chose him - pls forgive me if you wanted Galestrike ;-;}

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{ okay. I would love for someone to find Idris by the way ;3 }

[lavenderlondonfog]

Name- DuskShadow
Age- 15 Moons
Gender- Tom
Rank- Warrior
Location- BeachClan camp, to the territory
Tags- Open, can he meet Idris perhaps?
Time- Umm...?

The young tom padded lazily around the camp, his small paws making little sound across the ground. He didn't want to be too loud, in case he annoyed any sleeping warriors, all of them currently were senior to him after all, and he didn't want to be mean. He sat neatly at the camp's edge, curling his tail over paws. His sleek and dark tabby pelt rippled slightly in the early breeze. The golden beams of sunlight warmed his pelt softly. Despite the cheerful mood, the tom was not all too satisfied of happy. No one was to blame for this, and there was little he could do. He had never really gotten over the death of the only cat he had loved, and been slightly distant ever since. He gazed off into the area for a moment, yellow eyes glazed in deep thought. He shook himself, glancing around in hope that no cat had noticed.
Thankfully, no one seemed to have. Deciding that had gone a little far, DuskShadow let his paws carry him away from the center of the clan. He needed to get his thoughts clear, perhaps walking would help him do that. It wasn't long before he had traveled farther than he had guessed possible for him in so little time. Even the sun had not changed position in the sky, and he had amazingly not managed to crash into something without using much sight. He was in the forest now, and trees towered around his sides, stretching there limbs into the pale blue sky.

Name- Moth
Age- 7 Moons
Gender- Tom
Rank- Loner
Location- On BeachClan Territory
Tags- Open, anyone there?

Work in Progress, anyone open and want to meet Moth?

[honey--bee]

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Nutnose sighed, the quiet murmuring of the other warriors luring her out of her dreamless sleep. She cracked open a light green eye, peeking out of the den. Looking at the rather low pile of freshkill, she decided that a little early morning hunting wouldn't hurt anybody. Getting up as quietly as she could, she stepped over another cat, and trotted out of the den. In the clearing she spotted a few other cats mulling around, but as usually she avoided them, and walked out of camp.

{Question, Karma., dear. Is it Dustpaw or Dustcloud? I thought he was an apprentice...}

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{ that would be great! }

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14 moons • rogue • no crush • tags: duskshadow
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Idris followed the strong scent of mouse through the undergrowth, being cautious with each pawstep that she took. She spotted the small brown creature nibbling on something at the base of a tree. Dropping down into what she hoped was an acceptable excuse of a hunting crouch that she saw some of the rogues practice before, the slender she-cat crept closer and leapt forward. She landed in a heap, prey-less, with a small 'oof' emitting from her mouth. This isn't going to work. Idris rose to her paws with a small frown, her yellow eyes flashing with annoyance at the sight of the mouse scrambling away to safety. Suddenly, a new, unfamiliar smell appeared in the many scents that were mingled within the forest. Cat. Instantly, she had darted up a tree and was now seated on a rather high branch. Her gaze scoured her surroundings for any sight of the newcomer, finding nothing but the disturbed pile of leaves on the ground which she had left when she was trying to catch the mouse. It was too late to go back and fix it now.

[IsABlueBean]

Pinefrost
in the warriors den|sleepy|alone
I feel a cat stir near me and then slowly and quietly pick its way across the den so as not to disturb anyone. I open my eyes a crack just in time to see Nutnose's tail whisk out of the entrance to the den. I yawn opening my mouth wide and then blink open my frosty blue eyes. I get up and pad softly out. There are a lot of cats awake already, milling around the camp.

Brackenpaw
in camp|excited|looking for ashpelt
I skitter out of the den full of energy. One of the warriors gives me a hard look and I immediately feel embarrassed by my kitish behaviour. Looking over at the fresh kill pile, I see it is very low and I wonder if Ashpelt is going to take me hunting today! I look around the camp trying to spot him to ask.

Mousetail
in the elders den|grumpy|alone
I shuffle around, uncomfortable, my joints were aching again. I decide to get up and ho and ask Stonetooth for something to sooth it. I walk stiffly across the camp. No-one had brought me breakfast either...

Leaf
by the cliff|happy|alone
I pad along the clifftop. My breakfast, a small woodmouse, in my jaws. I am heading back to my den, which I had found the first day I came here when I was chased by a Twoleg dog. It had chased me and I had slipped of the cliff onto a ledge further down, the ledge lead to a small cave which I call my home, its easy enough to get into if you know it is there and funny to watch other animals faces when I just launch myself of the cliff! I spot a couple of shapes down on the sand. The wild cats. I had watched them ever since I came but I didn't think they knew I was here!

[Sully8]

Morningbreeze
Morningbreeze crouched in a corner hissing at the approaching tom, the white walls of this small room made everything echo and they acted like mirrors- everything went on and on, including the tom. "Stay away from me!" She hiss and the tom jumped forward...

The pregnant she cat woke up with a start in the nursery. "It's just a dream, just a dream." She whispered to herself, trying to stay calm. Once Morningbreeze was calm enough to stand, she slowly padded to the edge of the cliff and looked out over the ocean, so innocent and peaceful. Her large belly was uncomfortable in any position so she lay on her stumach and rested her weary head on her paws. The kits would be born soon but who knew if the clan would accept them? Morningbreeze swore to never tell them who their real father was, but what if they found out?
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Birchstream

Birchstream had woken up early to catch prey before the sun had even risen, he stood on a branch half way up a tree watching the sun rise, you could say he was a morning person. Birchstream scampered down again and unburied the mouse and two voles had caught and as he neared camp he saw Mousetail heading to the medicine den "would you like something to eat?" he asked the elder, laying out what he had caught.

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Silverclaw


The Basics
Name: Silverclaw
Gender: She-cat
Age: 32 Moons
Clan: Beachclan
Rank: Warrior
Rank Wanted: She is fine with being warrior but she does like the sound of being deputy and then leader.

Digging Deeper
Personality: She is a very intelligent cat. She can smell trouble from a mile away. She has impeccable instincts which she tends to follow, even if she is told not to sometimes. She is fiercely loyal to her friends and family, willing to fight for them with her life. But this doesn't mean she isn't willing to fight them if they decide to go against the warrior code for dark reasons. She is kind for the most part but can be very feisty and sometimes easily agitated. She is very adventurous and outgoing, liking to go the extra mile when it is possible. She has a short temper but normally can stay calm and collected.
History: She wasn't always a member of Beachclan. She was born into an evil clan names Rustclan. It was a horribly strict and cruel place. It embraced the kind of thinking where it is 'eat or be eaten', meaning that if you didn't learn to be tough from a young age, you likely wouldn't survive. She was only 13 moons old when a fire started and raged through the camp. She had seen this as her chance to escape and so she stayed until they all left except one, an apprentice with an active imagination. She faked her death and of course the apprentice thought she actually did. Once he left she made her escape, just before the fire became too big so that there wouldn't be any escape. She ran and ran as far as she could, having more damage to herself than planned with her lungs having been filled with smoke from the fire and having some fur singed off, but nothing was permanent. Within a few days she had been back on her feet, a skill she'd gotten from her clan, and the skill was to bounce back from injuries nearly over twice as fast as the average cat. For quite a few moons she traveled around on her own until she found this clan, and she was about 27 Moons old. She had many adventures in the 15 moons she spent as a loner, and she might tell you if you can get close enough.
Likes: She likes many things. First off she likes roses and lilies. She also favors meadows and the night sky. Her favorite food are catfish which she used to be able to catch when she was a loner.
Dislikes: She hates rude cats and sharks. She doesn't like storms.
Strengths: Her strengths include climbing and swimming. She also is good at tracking things and stealth.
Weaknesses: Her only weakness is fighting to the death. The idea of taking someone's life is horrible, and this comes form her moons living in Rustclan.
Fears: She fears thunder storms.
Secrets: That she ever lived in Rustclan and may having living family and that she fears thunder storms. She also used to have a mate..

Love Life:
Crush(s): None as of now.
Mate: She doesn't have one.
Ex-Mate(s): She had one before, named Tigerpelt, but no one knows this.

Family:
Mother: Cougarheart [Unknown]
Father: Brindlefur [Unknown]
Sibling(s): Snowfrost [Female-Unknown], Berryeyes [Male-Deceased], Blackwhisker [Male-Unknown]
Kit(s): None

Appearance:
Eye Color: She has intense violet eyes.
Fur Color: She has mainly silver fur with some white on her ears, belly, face and tail.
Fur Markings: She has dark greyish black stripes along her face, back, legs, and tail.
Fur Length: She has medium length fur for the most part. Her tail has very long fur though.
Fur Texture: Her fur is soft but sleek on her back, belly, legs, and face. Her tail is less sleek and more fluffy.
Scars: She has one across her chest and another on her right hind leg but the one across her chest is very thin and the other is hidden by her fur.

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Embertail


The Basics
Name: Embertail
Gender: Tom
Age: 29 Moons
Clan: Beachclan
Rank: Warrior
Rank Wanted: He doesn't have any ambitions to become deputy or leader. He feels it would take too much responsibility and that it would cause a lot of stress.

Digging Deeper
Personality: He is very arrogant at times but for the most part he is very wise. He is very talk-a-tive and can get on some cats nerves. He is good at talking himself out of trouble. He is very adventurous and loyal. He isn't likely to turn his back on his friends, even if they do something bad. He is very a very determined cat and will do almost anything to do what he needs to.
History: He was born and raised in Beachclan. He's never been far away from the clan, not having traveled or anything. His parents died when he was just made a warrior, one from illness and the other from drowning. He one had been in love but she didn't feel the same way and ran off with another clan member. He tends to ignore the fact that these things ever happened to him.
Likes: He likes to run, even when he doesn't have a specific place he wants to go, just running with the wind in his face. He likes mice but you hardly ever find them. He also likes daisies.
Dislikes: He doesn't like when others are 'lovey-dovey' in front of him, or near him. He also doesn't love the ocean.
Strengths: His strengths are speed and tactics.
Weaknesses: His weaknesses are that he doesn't trust anyone, even if they are friends.
Fears: He fears love and drowning, or just basically the ocean.
Secrets: His secrets are that he was in love with the one that ran away with another clan member and that he is afraid of drowning/the ocean which is bad considering where he lives but he hides it well.

Love Life:
Crush(s): None
Mate: None.
Ex-Mate(s): He never had one.

Family:
Mother: Rosepelt [Deceased]
Father: Seaeyes [Deceased]
Sibling(s): Shellkit [Female-Deceased]
Kit(s): None

Appearance:
Eye Color: He has light green eyes.
Fur Color: His fur is mainly orange with some white on his front paws and his chest.
Fur Markings: He has a spangle/cloud markings on his back and legs that are light brownish orange.
Fur Length: His fur is longer near his tail and chest but medium length every else/
Fur Texture: His fur is soft on his tail but otherwise it is sleek yet rough.
Scars: He doesn't have any, at least none yet.