[★] ＣＯＵＮＴＩＮＧ ＳＴＡＲＳ warriors romance [forms&discussion]

[leggs]

May I reserve a warrior and an apprentice? Thank you!

[kaden]

@☆★ ＳＴＡＲＤＵＳＴ ★☆ - sorry, but the medicine cat has already been reserved :c perhaps you meant medicine cat apprentice?
@orca-xing- okay and accepted c:
@YouTubeObsessed- okay c:

[theodore.]

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name fogheart
age thirty moons
gender tom
rank warrior
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main confident, blunt
other intelligent, independe
nt, stern, resilient, impatient,
reckless, courageous
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fur dark blue-grey
eyes dull green
build stocky
size large
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crush none (open)
mate none
kin greyclaw, boulderfang,
open ~
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xxfogheart is the kind of cat that you don't want to mess with once he gets heated. he's know for his icy gaze and brutal tongue which is said to scare ev
xxen the most courageous of warriors. this is made worse by his blunt way of speaking; he isn't afraid to hurt a cat's ego if what he says is true. if a cat
xxretaliates to his words, boy, are they in for trouble. he is incredibly impatient and has a very short fuse, and once the line is passed he can become r
xxeckless which is no fun for anyone involved. he is unimaginably confident in his ways and will fight to the death for what he believes in. this fairs well w
xxith his sharp tongue, meaning he is an exceptional debater. this all leads him to be highly stern and be a tad too asking of discipline. he tends to be str
xxicter around the younger felines of the clan, not out of hatred, but out of thought about their future lives. he strives to get the best out of these cats,
xxbut it usually results in the cats fearing him.
xxdespite having a cold exterior, he is actually quite the softy on the inside (this takes a bit of digging to get to). when a cat gains the tom's trust he is
xxincredibly loyal and won't accept and disrespect towards the feline. he can be a bit overprotective, getting jealous when the cat spends a lot of time
xxwith someone other than himself. oddly enough, he is very sensitive to what these cats say about him. however, his stoical nature causes him to not sho
xxw this pain through his actions or emotions. instead, he lets them build up inside of him. he refuses to let them out until the day he explodes into a flu
xxrry of agony and sorrow. it will take a true friend for him to let this all out.
xxoverall he is a confident, brutal, and independent cat who strives for the best in the other felines.
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[orca-xing]

just posting to say i finished both of my forms !
so excited to start this roleplay!

[parker;]

Name: Rogue
Age: 18 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Loner
Personality: She can be summed up in one word, outcast. (Explanation in history)
History: Rogue once was a clan kit, but her father was a loner in a group of rogues. He stole her and her brother in the night, killing the kit's mother in the process. Once the kits were 3 moons old, they had to fight each other to the death. DuskKit lost and Rogue has never forgiven herself. Later, when she was 10 moons, the group raided a nearby clan, most died in the battle, including The loner's father. Left kinless, Rogue has avoided very cat she meets in fear of hurting them.
Other: She's blind in her right eye

[kaden]

@orca-xing- okay cx
@~RavenSpark~- sorry, but your form doesn't seem very literate. This is a semi-lit + roleplay. Sorry, but i can't accept your cat for now

[parker;]

((Ok, just give me a second to edit it))

[kaden]

it's okay now c: I will add her to the ranks

[flightoftheowl]

Darkgaze

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name ;; darkgaze
gender ;; female
age ;; 24 moons
rank ;; warrior
role ;; the storm

The Skin You're In

Darkgaze is a lithe but powerful cat, a little on the tall side but still managing to look graceful, with muscles rippling under her sleek pelt from all the training she has- more than most everyday clan cats receive. Her short-haired pelt is dark brown with bold black stripes and touches of white on her underbelly, throat, and mouth, and she has a long, slender tail to match her long legs. Her eyes are a beautiful forest green, but all that can be seen when you look into them are the shields she's put up.

A few scars mar her, but seemingly more than she should have at her young age. She has one long but shallow cut twisting up her left back leg, a rather deep but short gash on her right shoulder, a few claw-marks on her underbelly, and- this one is quite hard to see and lies under her fur, so few know about it- faint tooth marks on her throat. Her best skills are stealth and combat, her average skills are speed and hunting, and her worst skills are climbing and swimming. She also has sight that is better than usual.

Window To Your Soul

Darkgaze is a rather mysterious, closed-off cat who's fairly quiet, speaking only when necessary or she has something to say, which isn't often. She doesn't really have any friends because of her antisocial nature, how she generally keeps to herself, and how unnerving she seems when you try to chat with her- she tends to just stare at you, and say nothing, and often talks in a clipped, somewhat short manner when she does speak, as if she doesn't have time for this and is somewhat annoyed that you're wasting her time. She speaks like this because of her heavy dislike of her clanmates, which she does a fair job of hiding.

Despite her unfriendly personality, she's a good warrior, listening to the leader and deputy when others won't, and with some good ideas to share. She will often be the first to volunteer to help fix the camp wall or take an extra patrol, perhaps even being the last to eat. She really does this to try to gain favor with the leader. In reality, she's loyal to Whitestorm alone, and obeys him without question. She believes he is the only one who truly knows her and cares about her, and is perfectly willing to execute his master plan.

It Seems Like Only Yesterday

When Darkgaze was born, she was the oldest and largest of two brothers, Blazekit and Littlekit. Their mother, who was suffering from an unknown illness causing a high fever, hallucinations, and fits of paranoia, was already weak and did not survive long past the stress of giving birth. She only lived long enough to see her kits, and she refused to name them, ranting about traitors, death, and a storm before she died. This left the kits in the care of their father and a queen who had lost her kits, named Blackpelt, who adopted them.

Their father, quite a gentle tom, was greatly saddened but pulled through, wanting his kits to live in the absence of his mate, and lavishing love on them for her. He was the one who named them all. With Blackpelt loving them in a similar way, they never knew a moment in which they doubted that they mattered. Darkkit and her siblings grew to be strong kits, even Littlekit, the runt of the litter, until they were 5 moons old, when Littlekit seemed to fall ill to a similar sickness that his mother had had.

He withdrew and became afraid of everyone, refusing to speak a single word until he was about to die, a week after he contracted his illness originally, when he whimpered about their ancestor and a lost memory. Their family was stricken with grief, the adopted mother, father, and siblings alike. Their father couldn't take the pain, and one night, believing it was his fault, that he must be cursed and was bringing this pain on his family, he left camp and didn't come back, another blow to the young kits.

Darkkit and Blazekit were simply devastated and Darkkit wept every night for a long time after her brother's death, even harder when her father didn't come back. Blackpelt and Blazekit couldn't console her. A quarter moon after her father left, Darkkit had a dream- of a white cat in a forest at night. The odd thing was that she couldn't see any stars, but her dreams had been odd lately and she discounted that. He comforted her and introduced himself as Whitestorm, once a warrior in Duskclan who had died long ago.

Every night, he met her and spoke to her, even promising to train her early on in fighting, as long as she didn't tell anyone- if she told, he couldn't train her anymore, and she wouldn't want that, would she? She eagerly accepted his offer. Blazekit noticed her improvement and was happy to see her getting better, but her adoptive mother was rather confused. How did she keep getting thorns in her nest? It seemed that no matter how thoroughly she checked Darkkit's moss, she would wake up bleeding in one place or another- not that much, though.

And so the kits grew to be apprentices, proudly becoming 'paws with Blackpelt cheering them on. In fact, she even became Darkpaw's mentor, now that her adopted kits were out of the nursery. She was surprised to see how skilled her surrogate daughter was at combat already, and constantly had to tell her to put her claws away when she trained. With training during the day and at night, Darkpaw became constantly tired, and begged Blackpelt to let her sleep more, but the warrior refused.

Instead, Whitestorm let up on her a bit, lessening his training somewhat, letting her sleep some nights, and talking to her more when he came. Suggesting something here or there. Pointing out a few things. Telling a few stories of his past. In short, he began to influence her still-young mind as she grew. Darkpaw began to be more closed off to her clanmates, and grew short-tempered with them, snapping often. She seemed to be less... nice, and more and more hateful as she approached the end of her training.

Blazepaw was unable to spend much time with her and so didn't notice much, but Blackpelt grew alarmed and approached the medicine cat, the deputy, the leaders- all who could tell her nothing. But when she approached the elders, one of them had a tale to tell, about a starless forest where bad cats went when they died. He spoke about a long-ago age, when the cats of legend whose names were long forgotten walked the earth, ancestors to Duskclan, and a battle against the spirits of evil cats who poisoned some cats from the inside, turning them against their friends.

Blackpelt had always revered the stars and was horrified to hear what sounded exactly like what was happening to Darkpaw in a tale of evil. Not long before the warrior ceremony for Darkpaw and Blazepaw, Blackpelt confronted her adopted daughter in the woods at night, and in a fit of rage, with Whitestorm whispering in her ear, Darkpaw attacked and killed her surrogate mother. Then she heard a voice... her brother's voice. Blazepaw had gone to look for his family, only to find them and see his sister standing over Blackpelt's unmoving body. They locked eyes, and Blazepaw saw the darkness in Darkpaw's gaze.

He reeled back in horror, crying, "Darkpaw?! How could you?! Why?!?!" She turned on him and attacked him, too, but after a brief struggle, he broke free and ran. She chased him from the territory, snarling, "If you come back, you'll be next!" What was still left unpoisoned in her was left horrified at what she had done, as she numbly removed the evidence pointing to her and planted evidence that her brother had done it, instead, under Whitestorm's instruction. Then she shut him out and wailed the pain and grief that little part felt.

The rest of that night was a blur, but the leader didn't realize who had really done it, and Blazepaw was declared exiled for killing one clanmate and attacking another, although many were shocked, as he had showed no odd behavior whatsoever, other than something of a passionate temper. He had loved his clan... hadn't he? But Darkpaw was so obviously upset it must not be her, the clan thought, despite her anger, and so she escaped suspicions.

That night, as she sat silent vigil, Whitestorm whispered in her ear for hours. He knew she might reject him, or that if she kept acting hateful that the clan might find out, so he had to act fast. He played her fears and anger, turning her self-hatred into self-control, but made sure she was secured by his side, too, by corrupting the little shard of herself that was left. By morning it seemed that little shard of the true Darkpaw was gone. A few days later, she was given her warrior name, Darkgaze, for her powerful eyesight and her beautiful eyes.

Now, four seasons later, Whitestorm still has been training her, and lately he's also been telling her his grand plan, one that could make her leader. She's ready and willing to go through with it, as she believes her clan is full of evil, and that she can cleanse it as the leader- but guided not by Starclan, but the Dark Forest. The storm is coming, death will arrive, and to stop it, the Lion, Bear, Hawk, Tiger, and Owl will need to stop Whitestorm and his right-paw cat, Darkgaze- for good.

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[kaden]

fogheart and darkgaze are accepted c: