a perfect circle. { discuss + forms.

[peppermintleo]

I know the rules said no reservations, but can I reserve the medicine cat while I work on his form at least?

[Harleen]

No, sorry. I don't make exceptions. It would be unfair to the other users. '^^ It's first come, first serve.

[sheepsorrel]

A large tomcat pads up to you, his ragged fur blowing in the wind. "Who are you, and why are you in our camp?" He gives you a few quick sniffs. He glances at your claws to see if there has been a battle. "You smell of our leader and deputy. You must be allowed here. I am Flywing, a warrior of AspenClan. Let me tell you more."

" flywing "

Flywing is a muscular, clumsy
white tom with orange tabby spots
and a medium-length, ragged pelt.
He has hazel-ish green eyes and
very pink nose, ears, and paw-pads.

He can usually be found hunting or
laying around camp, and he dislkes
patrolling borders and battle training.

sam is king moose.

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username ;; cupcake frosting

name ;; cupcake frosting
gender ;; tom
age ;; 29 moons
rank ;; warrior

fur ;; white with orange tabby spots
size ;; large
eyes ;; hazel-ish green
build ;; ragged and muscular
scars ;; torn ear, long scar on flank, small scar above nose

personality ;; quiet, strong-willed, overly honest, sweet
strengths ;; brave, strong, good hunter
weaknesses ;; clumsy, overly honest, easy to trick, easy to sadden
history ;; flywing was born in the clan and grew up fairly normally. his parents died of sickness (they were old when he was born, and he was the only kit in their last litter).
family ;; unknown

crush ;; not yet
mate ;; not yet
kits ;; not yet

apprentice ;; not yet (if you'd like to assign him one, that would be fine!)

"That's it. I guess I'll see you around, new warrior." He pads away, his large paws crushing the grass beneath him as he leaves. He looks back once and then begins to run towards the warrior's den. I guess you'll be seeing him around.

[peppermintleo]

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Strengths; Speed, Healing, Hearing | Weaknesses; Size, Defense, Fighting

Herbfeather is very defensive and a loner in all forms of the word. He doesn't prefer the
company of others just because other cats always seem to get in the way at the worst
possible times. While he adores his clan, they do stress him out. He hates being around
too many other cats as is quick to hide away if he can. He's not super social, and would
rather claw off someone's ear rather than have a long conversation with them. He's not
a fighter however, and would quicker run away that get into an unneeded scrap. His
main talent is of course healing, and he likes to settle with that than try to change his
natural given abilities. He has few weaknesses, and his biggest one is his size He's a very
large cat, but he uses this to his advantage and has all his life.

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Name;
- Herbfeather

Rank;
- Medicine Cat

Age;
- 32 moons.

Gender;
- Tom

Appearance;
- A short-haired dark
tabby with a light face,
chest, and stomach. He
has no white markings
other than a small spot
on his left ear. His eyes
are a green-hazel color.

Crush;
- Unavaliable

Mate;
- Unavaliable

Kits;
- Unavaliable
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[Harleen]

@cupcake accepted!

Also, once destruction strikes, the six chosen ones will go on a destiny in search for a new home, and in search to redeem their clan. I will create a separate thread for this when this happens.

That does not mean that all of you should stop roleplaying. c: The leader of the clan will find temporary shelter, and you all can continue roleplaying!

edit;; @bubbles accepted!

[r e d.]

>> female xxxxxxx >> leader xxxxxxx >> 8/9 lives xxxxxxx >> no mate yet

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clearstar wasnt always such the kind hearted molly she is now. she used to be one of the rudest cats you could come upon. when she was chosen as deputy, her name being Cleareyes, something changed her. that maybe, to prove herself, she didnt need to be a molly to bully others. she almost changed instantly and realized how many cats actually trusted her. the only problem was, she barely had any friends. she did her best to make herself popular around the clan as a good choice of trust for others. she now thinks of herself as a proud, bold molly. she still holds her snappy side so avoid getting on her bad side if possible.

this black and white molly with light blue eyes is still questioned slightly. due to her being at age 48 moons she still seems to be a young leader. though, she is still pretty trusted and knows well of the clan now. she is intelligent and learns easily from mistakes. sam is king moose.

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the molly woke with a startled yank of her head. her ashen eyes scanning around the den where she had slept. a small sigh escaped her maw as she rested her head down. she didnt realize she had tensed until she un-tensed. she closed her eyes for a while and let a few small breathes welcome into her nose. after a while she decided to get up and at least groom herself, which by then her dream was a blackened blur. the eyes that had filled with exhaustion were now glinting with more energy. maybe she could just watch her clan for a bit... just to wake up. her paws started to take her outside her den and to sit down. her black ears twitched as she calmly looked around, hoping for someone to talk to.

[Harleen]

@tears please re-read the rules!

[r e d.]

i finished it x3
i read the rules, i was just adding it after i got the basic stuff down.

[Harleen]

@tears you still need to re-read the rules. you missed one thing. :c

[r e d.]

got it, sorry