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Post by aberrantfox on Jul 18, 2019 0:23:02 GMT -5
A B E R R A N T ♥F O X
A FOX OF QUESTIONABLE CHARACTER
ASPIDISTRALEAF - dayclan warrior
Long legged and bright eyes. Aspidistra is uniquely confident. She holds her head high and faced each day with a different more refreshed outlook. Born and raised in DayClan, Aspidistra was brought up with the ideals and heart of the Warrior Code. Stories of honor and bravery drove her towards a career as a well educated and talented warrior. When you are born into a clan, the whole clan tends to raise you. If you ask Aspidistra about her kithood she could tell you long fun stories about catching butterflies, chasing other den mates, and listening to old cats tell magnificent stories. Now an adult herself she rises as a natural politician with open and thoughtful ideas. She moves with the day and always aims for perfection. Aspidistra is an attractive bangle breed with light orange base pelt and dark bangle markings. Eyes a soft water blue.
A soft long furred pale creams he-cat with pray splotches across her smooth pelt. Her eyes are a mismatch of soft water blue and mossy green. While Fairymoss holds the general protective and loving nature of a mother she tends to have a short fuse. Her soft otherwise deceiving name casting her in a rather false light. Fairymoss is just as likely to nurse you back to health as she is to deliver the blows that land you in the medicine cats den. Its a game of roulette on which mood you are lucky enough to catch her in. This seemingly bipolar she-cat has never given out the name of the tom who sired her first litter, Duckweed, Curlyrush, and Parrotfeather. Though when asked she will swear up and down that her kits are 100% WaterClan bred and raised. Weather this is true or not is purely conspiracy. Its a secret she will take to StarClan. As a young cat Fairymoss dreamed of running her clan as a powerful and feared yet adored leader. When kits came into the picture she figured her fate was sealed as a warrior of war and breeding capability. Though she still keeps her secret desire hidden and locked away in her locket of a heart. Fairymoss is capable of love and affection though when danger is arise such complex feelings are cast aside and survival is her tune.
If the sun were to touch ice would the ice melt or the sun turn into the moon? Perhaps these are questions best not asked. Lets your mind wander to unholy cold places. Fernskip is the type of cat to ask such things. To question the widely accepted and find her own truth. Born of 100% WinterClan blood but raised 100% under the sungod's influence. Fernskip is the natural daughter of the Priestess Promised LittleBird of SunClan and Leatherstar, Chieftain of WinterClan. While her blood runs cold as ice her heart burns with a smoldering warmth. While littlebird never hid her bloodline from her, Fernskip grew up under the fatherly guidance of Skipstep. Fernskip's name coming from both Leatherfern and Skipstep. Could there ever be a more confusingly split family? She constantly feels the war of fire and ice in her soul, as the sungod's influence and the blood of two WinterClan leaders run through her veins. Fernskip questions everything she has ever been taught and anything she could ever see. Because seeing, isnt always believing. It is said that Fernskip has the proud bold personality of Goldenstar of WinterClan, her grandfather, and the cool collected anger of her father, Leatherstar. While having no SunClan blood in her veins she seems to somehow have caught the sungod's gaze. She passes his tests and hears his voice in his early dawn light. Though she rebels in her soul as ice freezes her heart. Fernskip strives to be a warrior among warriors. To be the best fighter SunClan has ever seen. To earn favor in the eyes of her High Priests or Priestesses to come. She wants to rule the hearts of those around her, not necessarily their physical in the form of any kind of titled leader. Though she wouldn't complain to be named Fernstar. Fernskip appreciated her mother. Littlebird's position as she was spirited away from Understar's reign in WinterClan and was raised from late kithood in SunClan. Even gaining the sungod's approval to earn a title as Priestess Promised. Fernskip can often be found at her mothers side, basking in the light of the attention and respect that follows her mother. Though her heart is not so cold that she doesnt forget feelings and adoration for Littlebird. She loves Skipstep like a father despite knowing he does not hold her blood as the WinterClan chieftain does. While she appreciates the regal grace of SunClan her heart is truly wild and longs for the thrill of the WinterClan hostility. She does not speak these things as she knows she would break Littlebirds heart and perhaps ruin her reputation in SunClan. She can also often be found getting into trouble with her brother Lionpride. The only cat she has ever truly felt understood her wild non-sunclan alter ego. When he lends her an ear she talks it off. As if her WinterClan blood wasn't reminder enough of Leatherstar she also looks more closely to him in physical form than her mother. Her pelt being long and thick like Littlebirds but deep chocolate brown with bright amber hue when the sun hits it just right. She had large paws and large ears tufted with brown fur. Her tail is thick and sweeping like a foxes. Her eyes however, a light stormy gray/blue that shifts to a storming rage when she grows angry or emotional. Fernskip is destined to be a large cat and her claws long and sharp. She can be a frustrating she-cat to get along with and most toms are more scared of her than willing to court her. Much to her mothers dismay.
CALYPSO- mercenary of the regime
Beauty runs in the family. It was not unexpected that Calypso held firmly to this gene. A large muscular forest cat with a golden coat of sunlight rays of red, orange, black, gray, and white create her stunning long pelt. In many ways Calypso takes after her mother, Raya, Strong willed, and determined to prove herself. Her hunting skills are descent but no cat can dispute her skill and cunning in the fury of battle. Calypso walks with her head held high and her shoulders rounded evenly over her petite paws. What is very unique about her is her exceptionally long tail with long sweeping fur clinging it to lik the leaves of a branch. Calypso has respect for her fellow group mates but finds it difficult to respond to them in a friendship like manner. She is mostly business and very little pleasure. Though she has a soft spot for young cats and tykes. Calypso can commonly be found enjoying the company of her sisters, Artemis, Hera, and Iris. While she has her mothers fire she has her fathers heart. Red taught her compassion and understanding of another cats situation while still maintaining her duty to her group. Calypso is the essence of regal grace, and powerful cunning.
BONFIRESPARK - warrior of nightclan
Born to FallClan before its infamous shattering to the corners of the forest. Bonfirespark is 100% FallClan bred yet as a kit this large fluffy tom was found by Burningstar wandering the FallClan and WinterClan border when NightClan occupied the FallClan territory. Bonfirespark was old enough in kithood to be aware of the situation and took a bit of time adjusting to his new clan and adoptive mother, the leader. Today Bonfirespark is a well respect and accepted member of NightClan. He earns his keep hunting and patrolling with his clan mates and holding a place as a skilled fighter among their ranks. He is a large autumn hued tom. His pelt thick and long, his paws massive and his tail puffed out like a foxes. His eyes are dark midnight starry blue. Bonfirespark is a determined and responsible tom. He does not complain when he is given distasteful tasks or treatment from other cats. He allows rude remarks and snide gestures to roll off his shoulders like rain water. While is loyal to his mother and NightClan he also holds a small flame of curiosity and bloodties to FallClan. Ever since their rebuilding he has felt a slight tug in their direction. But he fights the urge with all hes got. Flicking the feeling aside like a stray buzzing temptation around his ears. Bonfirespark is charming and loving. He is the type of cat to fall in love and give her his entire world.
LEATHERSTAR - leader of winterclan LIVES: 7/9 remaining
Once a WinterClan cat always a WinterClan cat. Leatherfern has not had your typical go with the flow warrior life. Born to two Prison Guard warriors, Coralsnow and Blisteringstorm, Leatherfern was their only kit they were ever able to have. With this being their reality Blisteringstorm and Coralsnow were determined to make a legendary prison guard out of him. Their methods however, teetered dramatically on the immoral scale. Old WinterClan traditions insisted a Prison Guards worth and power was based on their ability to withstand pain. This trial of tolerance was completed through the infliction of pain induced by claws in an intricate design in a cats pelt. This would had to heal naturally and without medical care. The more intricate the design showed a cats ability to withstand more pain for a longer amount of time. Leatherfern's parents forced him from midkithood to walk on thorns and sharp stones, held his head under water to force him to hold his breath, would spare with him with open claws. Upon returning to camp and sending the kit to the medicine cat for medical care they always attended with stories of leatherfern stumbling or getting into a fight. Never implicating themselves in any form of abuse. Perhaps if anyone had noticed Leatherfern could have been saved from carrying confused feelings about his parents. Shortly after being made an apprentice both of Leatherferns parents died of a harsh black cough. But with the unsteady shifting tyranny of Goldenstar Leatherfern had to grow up fast. With his deatha nd the take over of Understar Leatherfern was chosen out of the crowed at r andom as a new apprentice to become his deputy. It wasnt but a few short moons later upon reaching the age of a warrior that Understar didnt return from a failed raid attempt and left Leatherfern to take on the title of leader. With his reign he made many "changes to the Culture of WinterClan. Steering clear of the heartless blood spilling nature within the clan for a more family and tradition based culture. But it wasnt to last. Leatherfern was distracted by a pretty gray she-cat in SunClan who he found out later was his lost friend and childhood love, Littlebird, Goldenstar's daughter. Their affection for one another grew but both knew their place was with their own clans. But that didnt stop Littlebird from becoming pregnant and giving birth to Fernskip and Lionpride, Leatherferns daughter and son. For much of his leadership he was driven by the need to protect Littlebird and his kits in SunClan. To be part of their lives. So much so that he became unaware of the threat taking on the form of rebellion back home within his deputy. Before he knew it he was being driven from the territory and his beloved home he had known his whole life. For a long while Leatherfern wondered the territories with his seven lives learning and gathering cultural information about the other clans. He eventually became reunited with his old mentor and best friend Crimsonrose who told him about the failing leadership of WinterClan since he was exiled. With this news Leatherfern felt the stars were sending him home. With a new found knowledge of how a clan should be run and how his ancient ancestors in StarClan expected him to live, he returned to WinterClan to take back him rightful place as Leatherstar.
BLUEPYRE- warrior fighter of fallclan
If you were looking for a prince charming you need to move along. No tom worth his space will waste too much time chasing dreams that shatter on the first date. Nevertheless Bluepyre is a romantic. Sweet, slow to anger, and a hero in unsuspecting ways. Blue is a large white tom with light gray tabby markings and seemingly unnaturally dark piercing blue eyes that stand out like gems against his white pelt. He has a deep voice and slow way of speaking. If you find yourself in a conversation with Blue you may get irritated at how he thinks about his answer before he replies. Especially if his cool dose of reality is about to seep out. Blue is a fighter. Always has been. The type of cat who finds the adrenaline rush like a drug. He becomes a new personality all together when he engages an enemy. His natural protective instinct however can distract him in battle when those he cares about are fighting near by. He has to push the urge to save them to the back of his mind and focus on the task at hand. Blue is born leader with a heart running lukewarm. He has potential to love, to care, and to devote himself to a purpose greater than himself. BRAMBLEBLOSSOM - warrior of springclan
A small feisty dark calico she-cat with a sharp water blue gaze. Brambleblossom was born and raised in SpringClan along side her brother Oakfall. Their bond was like spring is to flowers. Inevitable and perfect. Brambleblossom proved to be the smaller of the two. Her thin and agile form allowing her high speeds and hunting skills her brother could only dream of. Yes Oakfall had the build of a lion and could take down an enemy with a single swipe of his massively heavy paws. They were like the Gemini siblings, the sun and the moon, summer and winter. Complete opposites yet incomplete without the other. Yet all good things must come to an end. On what was expected to be an average patrol Brambleblossom found herself face to face with an unexpected enemy. An old sickly fox with fury in its amber gaze. Oakfall did not hesitate to launch himself at the creature but not before it landed a brutal blow to Brambleblossom's right shoulder. The sheer strength of the blow knocked her back and forced her to smack her head on sharp rock. A few days later she awoke in the medicine cats den, Her fur cleaned yes patched on her shoulder and behind her ear with cobwebs. Blinking against the pain of a lingering headache she was able to inquire of the events that led to her laying in a sick cats nest. The news hit her like a falling tree. Oakfall couldn't be dead. He was the most powerful cat she knew. Surely that mangy fox couldn't have bested him! The moons that fallowed were like trying to pull yourself through thick sticky mud. Brambleblossom went through each day with a slow sluggish drag of her petite paws. It was as if half of herself was missing. When was threatened SpringClan's security, Brambleblossom resisted the urge to find shelter in the forest beyond. But a heavy weight in her paws forced her in her place. She could feel her brothers strength seep into her limbs and flex her claws. She could feel the warmth of his pelt on hers. She fought in that battle with a strength she never knew she could muster. Every battle after it was as if her brother joined her. A strength engaging her that was not there before. Brambleblossom awake from her emotional coma to find a new personality. She was still fast and able to provide fro her clan. Her dark calico pelt easily blending in with the stones and deep brush where she enjoyed hunting. She now had a wit that emphasized her words and remarks. She found herself escaping from her shell and embracing clan mate relationships. She discovered a bond and loyalty to SpringClan she hadn't recognized before. But most of all. In the secret of her heart she longed for battle. For the time of adrenaline searing through her veins and bonding her with her brother like raindrops seeping into a thick pelt. Brambleblossom hasn't revealed this phenomenon with anyone.
CHERRYKIT [SKY] -- kit of summerclan
A pretty petite calico she-cat with blue eyes and a bobbed tail. Cherrysky is a sweet tender hearted she-cat who honestly, always belonged in SummerClan. While her blood is mixed with WinterClan she has no loyalty to the cold. Her mother, whom she knows little about, is Mintleaf of WinterClan and her father is completely unknown to her. Her uncle, Lemonspeckle raised her and her siblings from the moment they were capable of making the journey down the WinterClan mountain to the grasses of SummerClan. Cherrysky I has no thoughts of what her life could have been. She is perfectly content in her ideal life. Her siblings are, Strawberrysplash, Blackberrysmear, Peachswirl, and Plumbruise. Cherrysky is a talented hunter, well groomed, and enjoys spending time with the young cats. She herself really seems to always have a bit of youth sill in her even well into adulthood. She loves to play, run, get into trouble, and enjoy the wonders of life in SummerClan.
CHIANTI-CHAN-- youngling of primal instinct
A petite white she-cat with orange tabby markings and black socked paws. Chianti is the daughter of Savagnin and Solaris her siblings are: Semillion, Syrah, Viognier, and Sangiovese. Chianti is well known in the clan for being a bit of a brat. If she doesn't get what she wants to first time she will go to just about any means to get it. The easiest being emotional manipulation and cunning. Chianti is not likely to ever truly settle down. Sure she would want kits someday but a mate? Not likely. If Chianti says she will do something your best bet is to make backup plans, she is flighty and not sorry about it. She uses her pretty teal eyes to attract attention and spark interest in those she can use for her own gain. Always taking a side but only if the side will in some way benefit her. She does value her parents and her siblings and they seem to be the only cats she can really make an effort understand and care about.
LUNARPAW/STAG-- apprentice of moonclan
It is said that the moon has a dark side you simply never get to sea, Weather that is because the moon is shy or ashamed, we may never know. But perhaps it is less complicated than that. Maybe the dark side of the moon is misunderstood. Feared. Lost in translation. Lunarstag is a pitch black short haired tom with large honest harvest moon orange eyes. By any first glance one might assume there was nothing special about this average black cat. But Lunarstag has secrets hidden in his enchanting gaze. The flecks of gold that swirl about in their depths having seen things Lunarstag himself doesn't even remember. While he swears he is born and bred in MoonClan, there are suspicions of his true heritage. While his fur blends well with the MoonClan lifestyle it eerily absorbs the moons light. As if the moon's rays simply pass through him without effect. A strange phenomenon indeed. His eyes and their deep harvest color reminding many of FallClan's renown season. While his paws are small the pads are thick and perfect for rough terrain and cold or hot temperatures causing many to wonder of perhaps SunClan or WinterClan blood flowing in his veins. Lunarstag has a respect for life that is seldom found anywhere quite like it is in SpringClan. Yes he fights like the moral lacking hunters of Primal Instinct. Yet despite all these wondering thoughts of heritage none can deny Lunarstag's loyalty and profound dedication to MoonClan and his clan mates. He is soft spoken, kind, fiercely protective, honor bound, and charming.
ABERRANTFOX -- warrior of earthclan
Collected and cool. Aberrantfox is a large long haired dark misty bracken toned tabby with green eyes. Aberrantfox is all about the job. She is given a task and will not return from it until she is completely satisfied with the outcome. Born to an EarthClan warrior, Blisswing, and a WinterClan leader, Leatherstar, she has power in her blood which runs cold with her winterclan blood. Her EarthClan nature however keeps her honest and fair. No cat should be punished because a jury has been mislead. Abberantfox finds no task within the clan below her. She would work along side Apprentices knowing full well the task is intended for the good of the clan. She believes it is good for young cats to see their elder warriors doing the same work to know just because you've been promoted doesn't mean you are above any other. Even the leader can get their paws dirty occasionally. Along with this moral compass she believes those who want others to look up to them should put their cards on the table when their challenged. She believes the leader leads the battles and never stays home to let someone else fight for them. Aberrantfox respects her clan mates and does her best to include others. But despite all her good qualities Aberrantfox is not perfect. She tends to not make friends. She prefers her work over casual conversation and niceties. While she is an exceptional fighter she struggles with minor hunting skills although she will remain on the hunt until she returns will the promised prey. Aberrantfox has daddy issues and this sometimes keeps her from taking that extra step to form a loving relationship that could lead to a mate and a family. But the right tom who doesn't give up, could convince her.
Post by aberrantfox on Aug 18, 2019 16:43:22 GMT -5
for keepsies
The old camp was a hollow by the pond. The ground is snowy, but you can still see the holes in the ground, the hollow logs, stumps, and the rock ledges that once made the dens of various cats. The old camp is patrolled frequently to make sure that no animal has made the old dens their home, and is often used as a resting point when cats hunting by the border are caught in a storm. The old camp is also a popular place among apprentices, who are curious to the way their ancestors lived, or simply want a spot to hang out and play.
broken aspen A beautiful part of the territory, where the mountain slopes down and there is a crevice between two rocks. Cats trying to cross over to the other side of the large gap can cross through the broken aspen. Covered in leaves during the fall and the summer, but topped with snow in the winter, this tree is a frequent place for cats to practice their balance, and apprentices are often brought here to learn how to cross properly. However, any young cat visiting this spot must always be accompanied by a warrior, in case anything happens.
"The Swallowing River is named for a reason," every mentor tells his or her apprentice, "and death by drowning means you will never be at peace." The rapids are quick and will overcome any cat when they are unaware. It's difficult to cross other than the few stepping stones at the narrow beginning, and once a cat falls in, they have about three minutes before they start to freeze. No one knows where the river leads, but warriors and apprentices are told to never go alone, risk they lose their lives or worse, become a white cat.
frozen lake The lake is at a high enough elevation that no trees grow near its edges, and it never fully thaws, except near the edges. During the coldest seasons, cats practice their balance by stalking and skating about on the surface. It's slick and fun for apprentices and warriors alike. Legend has it once the lake was liquid and full of life, and some of that life is still at the depths of the lake, beneath the layers of ice. A society of cats thrive beneath the surface, able to swim and breathe water, chasing fish and believing the ice is the sky above. Gill slits line their throats, their paw are webbed, and their fur is sleek and dense to resist the cold. If a WinterClan cat stands on the center of the lake on a cloudy day, they can see the flickers of cats beneath the surface, if they are lucky; if a cat beneath the ice looks up, they can see thesilhouetteof the cat above, and according to legend they believe WinterClan cats to be gods.
burial grounds These snowy ruins are never to be traveled alone. It is a fearsome place of darkness and superstition, and many cats have lost their souls due to weaknesses in their heart. The burial grounds are man-made ruins, but WinterClan has long since buried its dead here, on the top of a cold mountain in hopes that the high altitude means that their ancestors will reach the stars easier. Though many mentors bring their apprentices here for sight seeing, there is always a warning. This mountain especially, has caused the death of many, and the ghost of wars past and drowned cats linger here, never to find rest and never to find a home. During the solstice or the equinox, all cats are forbidden to enter. The white cats and demons linger here, and will devour any foolhardy souls who are too reckless for their own good, and they will take over to bring chaos to the clan if preparations are not made in time.
The meadow and the pond are prime hunting areas for the clan cats. The ground is soft with freshly fallen snow most of the time, and trees are scattered around to give shelter to the cats. The pond is a perfect place to get a quick drink, and the meadow is a wonderful place to relax on a nice day. It's quiet and peaceful other than the sound of birds in the distance, and all types of prey can be found, from the most common--rabbits, mice, voles--to some stranger foods--an occasional squirrel, shrew, snipes, and pheasants--the ground is perfect for practice. In the warmer seasons, the meadow bursts into colors of different flowers and colorful insects, and many queens bring their kits out here to relax and play in the sunlight. Occasionally, deer can be seen, and hawks or owls fly above. Every queen who brings their kits out must watch them carefully, and often warriors are assigned to watch over the meadow when the kittens are out.
The training hollow is in the bottom levels of the forest, where the ground is soft with grass or snow, and the trees grow tall and give shelter to cats below. The snowy grounds allow cats to practice hunting in the forest, and the trees are great for climbing practice, or for cover when the snow starts falling. There are plenty of prey about, which makes for easy hunting, and the small hollow, or the empty space, is perfect for battle practice.
The marsh is not often a place any cat wants to find themselves in. The ground is wet and soft, and cats often misstep and fall into puddles of water or mud. Long grass grows here, and if you miss the smell of the petrichor around you, you might find yourself stuck in a puddle of mud somewhere. Apprentices must be accompanied by warriors when they explore here, and cats usually only hunt around this place when the boggy ground freezes, making it easier to travel. During the War of the Broken Mountain, hope was near lost as the clan starved and shriveled under siege for a moon. Unable to escape their own desolate territory, they were on the verge of collapse when a young warrior by the name of Marmot led them to their saving when he discovered the Marshy Swamp held mink and frogs that were edible to the clans, and then to victory as he plotted to use the changing landscape to trap and defeat their enemies. WinterClan queens believe that if they name their kit Marmot in this cat's honor they will live a life of valor and discovery. Note: This is a marsh, not a swamp, so there are no trees growing here; it's also freshwater, so there are no mangroves.
skeleton sink A close grouping of sinkholes along the base of the WinterClan border became infamous during Understar's reign for the skeletons arranged among and within them. Cats and prey alike venture near these holes, never to return; those that fall within the sinkholes can rarely escape, and instead slowly starve to death or succumb to wounds, where they are stripped to the gleaming bone in days. A few cats that died near the holes rather than within left an intimidating arrangement of skulls behind to ward off any curious apprentices. Some whisper these holes are the product of a large, vicious predator; others argue that there is a murderer in the clan using nature as a defense; still others believe they lead straight to the Dark Forest. In truth, dermestid beetles have invaded the sinkholes. Light fearing, they stay away during the day and hide away in the sinkholes, but feast on the flesh of those that happen by and fall to their fate.
mothers mound Some mothers believe that the Era of the Judges is soon to come, and there is only one way to appear them: blood sacrifices. They will deliver the strongest kit of a litter (typically a female, as WinterClan's most influential leaders were often female) as a sacrifice to the Judges to keep them at bay, leaving the wailing youngling atop this large scatter of rocks. Many of these kits are carried off by predators, but those that survive long enough their absence is noticed are often saved by members of the clan, who return them under the claim they are strays found at the border. Thus, many joined WinterClan cats are truly clanborn, but intended sacrifices.