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Duststorm is a strategic foe; her mind is organized and not a single thought is left unbrushed. She has a different and appropriate response to every situation, and she approaches each step carefully with a plan in mind. It takes more than a lot to ruffle Duststorm's feathers. There could be times where she is truly shocked, but she's able to hide it behind a relaxed demeanor. Duststorm's mind is incredibly logical - to the point where it may sometimes have her 'facts' (ahem, opinions) collide with another's. Some stubborness leaks into this trait. Tying in with her logical mind, Duststorm is also traditional. She does everything and anything by the warrior code, like anyone should, but sometimes she's a little strict about unnecessary things. There have been many times when a bombshell was dropped upon Duststorm's life by close individuals, and so she has become distrusting. It takes a lot for her to open up to someone. Though rare, Duststorm does lash out sometimes. This usually happens after something reminds her of her past; she becomes rather irritable and ready to strike.
G O L D F O I L Harmful while not meaning to be. Goldfoil loves affection and attention, she thrives with praise and is often a little over exuberant towards gaining it. Often going out of her way to try and draw others eyes and insert herself into the activities of others. She falls into love to easily and out of it just as quickly; a fear of commitment crippling any potential towards a long lasting relationship. Despite her age she lacks maturity and often plays with fire. BLANKSLATE
W O L F C O N S T E L L A T I O N To describe in simple words, Wolfconstellation is a long, muscular bodied with lanky legs neatly connect to rippling waves of gray fur. His eyes are a brilliantly placated golden color; rich and vibrantly dancing. Its almost as if all of his years watching the stars has truly begun to reflect on his character - like his eyes are a glossy pools of fallen stars. He isn't too complicated, as the only two things that truly motivate him are the constant and ever vast galaxy that they bide in, and quite simply... food. Hailing from a lineage of twolegs, Wolfconstellation grew with an absolute obsession and interest in the stars. Hungrily, he learned everything he could about the secrets and mysteries they held. But he soon found himself whisked from the comfortable bliss of his home, to the unpredictable wiles of the forest. Never before had he been so excited for adventure. Here, he could explore the stars and map out his own life. And upon his search, he fell in love with SummerClan. Intelligent, bold, blunt, reculse and withdrawn, as well as gullible and kind; he is surely an interesting character to befriend. ASTROLOGICAL
Pebblefur Pebblefur is a long furred calico she-cat with bright green eyes. She is soft and gentle as can be and always finding the bright side of things. She was the survivor of one of the most deadliest illnesses Summerclan had ever seen. Luckily, the illness caused by twolegs hadn't scarred her permanently. She is now healthy and strong once more. However, since she was in the medicine den for so long, she has basic knowledge of the herbs and remedies and their uses which puts her in a position where she could help out the medicine cat any time they needed. Though, she is more of a warrior at heart. She had considered being medicine cat before but her heart lead her to be a full pledged warrior and will remain one until she joins Starclan. Spottedleaffan21
Stormgazer Stormgazer is a grey and white tabby she-cat with a wild side to her. Although she is quite stunning, what really catches the eye of other cats are her magnificent blue eyes. This feline is quite a sight, however, her spirit is wild and strong so don't expect always expect a warm greeting. She is unpredictable and surprisingly strong for her small frame. Her favorite thing to do during the rainy seasons is to watch the storms roll in, hence her name. She prefers to think of herself as the perfect storm. Spottedleaffan21 Warrior
M A P L E N O S E A white based, black-and-orange tortoiseshell she-cat with soft amber eyes. Her form is larger than others, definitely chunkier, though she moves proudly. Maplenose's down-to-earth demeanor has always been the contributing factor in her ability to make others feel comfortable around her. She used to be a very quiet and meek cat in her younger years but having been pulled out of her shell of shyness, the tortoiseshell molly has since then been quite the conversational cat. Though she will gladly slip into any conversation with others, she is not a confrontational feline and will high-tail it out of there if she so much as catches a whiff of drama. Maplenose is a very sweet cat who loves to dote on her loved ones and shower them with love whenever there is an opportunity. She is a passionate cat who loves vigorously and whole-heartedly. Maplenose was born to two warriors of an unknown clan, their names being Speckledwish and Wolfspeak. They left the clan before Speckledwish had given birth to Maplekit and Acornkit, and as loners, they raised their daughter and son as if they were in a clan. Maplekit had become Maplepaw when she came of age, and began training with her father, Wolfspeak, as Acornpaw trained with her mother, Speckledwish. When they were coming of warrior age, Speckledwish and Wolfspeak decided to take their two younglings to the mountain to SpringClan, where they were accepted with little to no combat. Her father evidently had relatives already within the clan, which helped their case. Here, in SpringClan, Maplepaw became Maplenose; she now serves her clan dutifully and with her head held high. She met Skeletonkey in SpringClan, and the two, though different, quickly became mates. Not long after, she gave birth to four darling little girls: Obsidianspell, Quartzsparkle, Amberdapple, and Topazdawn. Shortly after their birth, though, Skeletonkey turned on her, and Maplenose was forced to flee from SpringClan to SummerClan with two of her kits, Amberdapple and Quartzsparkle, where she now lives out the rest of her days in peace as a permanent queen. MOONBOUND Kits - Amberkit, Quartzkit, Topazkit (SpringClan) & Obsidiankit (SpringClan) Permanent Queen
THESTRALKIT / wing - blankslate Cloaked in darkness, disappearing into the shadows, often forgotten alongside the other things that go bump in the night. Glowing amber eyes, ringed with gold, the only thing showing her presence. A tight hold on her emotions, she is often locked inside her own head; underwhelmed by others trying to coax her out of it. Death seems to follow in her steps, starting with the moment her kittypet parents were killed following Thestralkit on a misguided adventure. She had woken up bored, wanted to play but her siblings Nifflersniff, and Hippogriffkin were sleeping. So she had left the twoleg nest and struck out on her own. Unknown to her, her parents had gone out to find her soon after. When she returned to the twoleg nest she found her parents gone and in the upcoming days they never returned. She doesn't know if they ever did but she can only assume they died, as the twolegs seemed to. The humans taking her and her siblings and abandoning them on the side of the thunderpath nearby Summerclan territory days later. Where she discovered her 3 new adopted siblings, Pygmypuff, Flobberworm, and Hinkypunk. But her parents were just the start of the deaths that haunt her past, and more continue to fall soon after joining her story.
AMBROSIAKIT / quake - blankslate
The son of a leader of old Labyrinthiansoul who held Summerclan back when the current leader had yet to be born yet. Ambrosiaquak could not be more of a juxtaposition to his father if he tried. Cowardly to the core, he would never deliberately put himself in harms was; though he often ends up there do to his own foolishness anyway. Convinced he is at-least half dog, talked down from believing he was a full blooded dog by his fathers stern and often intense lectures on logic. Craving affection and often clingy he is deeply loyal and flinches at the thought of causing harm to those he cares about.
RAJ - blankslate Black fur falls into perfect order to form a pelt as dark as night and golden eyes peer out like stars. White toes reminiscent of the full moon reaching out to break up the darkness of the night. Raj is a king among kings; he respects no one's authority but those who earn it and carries himself with a regal distance. Though he can also be self-mighty and arrogant about his own traits. Son of Samson the adopted brother of Tybalt he came to live with his uncle in Summerclan after a falling out with his own father. Well more accurately his father sent him to live with Tybalt in Summerclan after his mothers death. Tybalt has long since left though and Raj has stayed within Summerclan. Finding an odd sort of peace within the home that welcomed him when his own father sent him away.
AMBERKIT / dapple - Specklepelt A dappled calico molly with vibrant green eyes. Amberkit is a calm and quiet she-cat. She often keeps to herself, only speaking when being spoken to. She has a very soft voice that makes her sound younger than she is. Amberkit is a very nervous cat. She has a nervous habit of chewing on her claws when anxiety overtly spikes. Because of this, her claws do not grow back in the correct shape or length, and she often can be found with scabs at the end of her claws from the uncovered blood vessels. Her entire walk and posture has been altered as well due to this habit, as she walks very lightly and flatly on her paws, making sure her claws do not touch or scratch the ground. She is meek and extremely loving, much like her mother. She is softest of her siblings, both literally and figuratively. While Amberkit has no intentionally cruel bone in her body, her blunt matter-of-fact personality can sometimes offend others. When she was about four moons old, her mother brought her to SummerClan with only her and her sister Quartzkit in tow. She yearns to see her other sisters again and learn the truth of their escape to SummerClan. Her mother is Maplenose and her father in SpringClan is Skeletonkey. Her siblings still in SpringClan are Topazkit and Obsidionkit.
F L E A K I T / pounce - astrological A small, tabby she-cat with orange hints that fleck her pelt stands before your, eyes a wide and pure blue. Fleapounce is just as her name describes; a jumpy individual with a clumsy way of floundering about life. Her heart is large and innocent; the taste for justice and love ringing true within her. But don't get her wrong; for even if she is just as clumsy, she is also smart and quick - as agile as a flea and tricky enough to always prevail in the end. Her siblings are Centipedestorm, Scorpionthorn, Mantiskick, and Tarantulaghost. Her parents are Frostmouse, and Cloudyday.
LABYRINTHIANSOUL - sinful Know I’ve done wrong, left your heart torn. Is that what devils do? Took you so long, where only fools gone, I shook the angel in you! Tall and slender, pelt a short growth patterned in orange and white, the tom who watches with haunted green and yellow flecked eyes lives with the memories of a world before teaching him right from wrong. A game they say is his forte, a maze leading to his heart, none finding the correct path, all failing miserably. Labyrinthiansoul was not always this way; this titanium shell of horror and irritation was not always set in place like a shield around his unconditioned self. There was a time when he was light-hearted, filled with a joy that completed his being, made him whole. It was easy when he was younger, surrounded by his many siblings, his parents, his extended family. But trial and error became his primary tool growing up, and one that he would turn to love and hate equally. Mistakes were made, chances were taken, hearts were broken. There was always a single constant, however: Labyrinthiansoul was always trying to find that sense of completion again, a feeling of wholeness that he had lost, though wasn’t sure when, where or how. It could be believed that his happiness is a connection to his love, and with love gone, happiness followed. Or it could be that happiness is an essence that must be obtained through effort, and during the period when the world seemed to shatter and fall around him, the orange tabby had lost the motivation to continue striving for it. Whatever the case may be, these events changed his perspective of the world he lived in, and would eventually find him in a place where he could become his genuine self, once again. Now I’m rising from the crowd, rising up to you! Feel with all the strength I found, there’s nothing I can’t do! Discovering SummerClan’s borders and venturing into a land that he hadn’t experienced firsthand was both a blessing and a curse; a blessing for it had found him with socialization once again, and possible friends that he could allow into his labyrinth. A curse for his heart was twisted, his soul warped, and the only acceptance he could feel in their ranks was to rile those who tried to get close to him. Pushing away was his version of pulling closer, and had the opposite effect of what he wanted, but nevertheless it was something he accepted, for it was something that he was being given without having to ask, and that in itself was a gift that he would gladly approve of. Desperate for a spirit out there who could recognize the abyss he was finding himself drowning in, he kept these emotions bottled up. The worse he felt like he was slipping, the worse his attitude became. But then something happened that he didn’t anticipate; and in doing such, the mask broke, and his smiling self greeted the light of day. I need to know now, know now: can you love me again? I need to know now, know now: can you love me again? Spending time with his leader, Pumpkinstar, was something that befuddled the orange tabby. The leader didn’t react in the ways that he would expect him to; and with every oppositely anticipated action, Labyrinthiansoul found himself experiencing something he hadn’t in quite a while: curiosity. A feeling of wanting to experience an adventure from start to finish just to quench his own thirst for knowledge. It was something his younger self often did, but with every passing grief, it was buried, set at the heart of his walled off maze. He found himself, at the end of the day, thinking over what he had learned with the leader, whether it was an official lesson, or one that he pieced together himself, during his many times when he lapsed from speech and simply sat, thinking, observing, waiting. And after a moon? The mask was torn off, the glass shattered, the labyrinth fell to the dusty ground, exposing that which he had tried so very hard to conceal and keep secret. Was he thankful? Yes. Was he scared? Absolutely. Did he regret it? Never. It’s unforgivable, I stole and burnt your soul. Is that what demons do? They rule the worst in me, destroy everything, they blame on angels like you. Now I’m rising from the ground, rising up to you! Filled with all the strength I found, there’s nothing I can’t do! senior warrior (trying for red guard captain)
ASTRALASCENSION - sinful A white tom with red tabby patterning along his tail and heterochromia in the form of one emerald eye and one gold. Son of Labyrinthiansoul and Angelrhapsody. warrior
NEMESISTRIFLE - sinful A white she-cat with green eyes. Sister of Labyrinthiansoul. senior warrior
ORPHEUSHYMN - sinful A black and white bi-color tom with green eyes. Son of Nemesistrifle. warrior
ZELKOVAPAW / ORNAMENT - sinful A white she-cat with a ginger tabby ringed pattern along her forelegs and tail and black eye patches. Russet eyes. Daughter of Labyrinthiansoul. no mentor (interested?) apprentice (trying for red guard)
GOBLINKIT / GIGGLE - sinful A she-cat with a kaleidoscope effect on her pelt, mixing browns, whites, orange tabby and gold. Her eyes are a galaxy of gold, green, brown and blue stars. Daughter of Labyrinthiansoul. Sibling of Ambrosiakit and Firekit. kit
ANGELPAW / PASSION [ name change when apprentice ] - sinful Silver tabby she-cat with soft hazel eyes like her mother. As her mother's quite mad, she, since birth, has believed that she's been sent from the heavens above to save everyone from their sins and defeat the coming apocalypse. Daughter of Soulmadness and Daggerjuggler. Sibling of Desertpaw, Galaxypaw, and Ghostpaw. needs a mentor apprentice
GALAXYPAW / TEAR - sinful Long furred silver she-cat with green eyes. As her mother's quite mad, she, since birth, has believed that she can astral project and walk upon other planes of existence, which she fondly calls the 'Multiverse'. Daughter of Soulmadness and Daggerjuggler. Sibling of Angelpaw, Desertpaw, and Ghostpaw. needs a mentor apprentice
PYGMYKIT / PUFF - sinful A creamy blond kinkalow she-cat with pale blue eyes. Loud, mischievous, and playful with a knack for distraction and chaos. Adopted daughter of Ravenstar. Sibling of Flobberkit and Hinkykit. Adopted sibling of Nifflerkit, Hippogriffkit and Thestralkit. kit
HIPPOGRIFFKIT / KIN - sinful A grey tabby tom with amber eyes. Definitely the most responsible and reliable member of both his birth and adopted littermates. He tends to be very serious and bossy. Adopted son of Ravenstar. Sibling of Nifflerkit and Thestralkit. Adopted sibling of Pygmykit, Flobberkit and Hinkykit. kit
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Post by uniqcrim on Apr 16, 2019 14:04:05 GMT -5
Adding now! Welcome to Summerclan <3 She is welcome to have kits, in fact I would encourage it. Please feel free to pm me or anyone else if you want an existing cat to father the kits or just to role-play c:
REDFUR - fearful Redfur started off as the son of a single mother rogue. He was an only child, or so that's what his mother had always told him. Until he was about fourteen moons old he followed his mother wherever she moved them. She was more of a loner than a rogue, but when he called himself that, she scolded him. "That is a wimp's title. We are rogues! We are warriors!" she said, in her thick accent. Before she had gotten pregnant with him, she was a kittypet, seduced by another tom with promises of endless food and warmth. She decided to leave her lush life and learn how to hunt and fight with Redfur's father. She fit in well with the community he led. Soon though, after she had fallen pregnant with Redfur, there was an attack on where the camp had been located. A larger group of cats were able to steal food, kits, and his father's life. His mother was lucky enough to escape the carnage and soon forgot about it when she realized she had a family she had to raise on her own. For as long as Redfur was with her, she never took on another mate. Anyone who dared to try to touch her or himself, she made sure they left with a scar. She was very protective of Redfur his entire life, but would always let him do what he wanted when they were alone, or had been settled for awhile. Once little Redfur finally felt comfortable in the spot they had settled at, they had to move again, only a few weeks later. He always wondered if they had a destination, and now, as an elder, he knew they that did. Eventually, somehow, the band of cats that had killed his father, were able to find them. On a dark, stormy night, Redfur was awakened by the snarling of fighting cats. His mother had her back towards him with three other cats surrounding them. She turned and grabbed him by the scuff, and ran. He was a little large to be carried by the scruff of his neck, but she insisted as her grip was tighter than anything he had ever felt. After what seemed like days of running, she finally stumbled across a wide area. It was filled with many new scents. He asked where they were, and she only had a single word to reply: "Salvation." she set him down near a large tree and laid to lick her wounds. Blood was caked across her body, and Redfur was unsure if it was hers or the others. "Don't worry," she said, reassuring him. "You should seem them." she laughed. It was another couple of days before they encountered other cats, but this time, they did not attack. Redfur was pushed away far enough to where he couldn't hear the conversation, but his mother seemed to know the group of cats well. After a few more moments of talking, she returned to him with the group following only a few tail lengths behind her. "It's time for you to have your own life." she said, and he followed her closer to what she called "SummerClan Cats". He trusted whatever she said, and although he was sad to see his mother leave, he knew he was in for a ride. His mother had told him a little of the cats that hunted and slept together; a community much larger than what his father had gathered, and much more close knit. He was excited for his new life. His apprenticeship went smoothly, as he already knew a little about hunting and defending himself. He was given a warrior name, inspired by what his mother told him his father's name was. And now, at nearly five years old, he misses his mother more than ever. Weathered by numerous days, he is an elder and no longer in the heat of the battlefield; he feels as if he is disappointing her. There was never a dull moment when they were stashed away in some alcove of the forest. He would never dare to stray too far from her in fear of one of her famous paw swipes, but now, he feels farther away from her than ever. But, with the beginning of every day, he is reminded why he loves his clan so much. Every day he is shown the same love and compassion as he was when he and his mother were found at the edge of the territory. Every day others are shown the same. Redfur would never leave SummerClan willingly, but he does miss his old life of self-sustainability and hardness. The clan life is hard, but now, as an senior warrior, he is treated with respect, and nearly pampered as his old bones rest.
