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life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Feb 23, 2020 22:19:34 GMT -5
BEARKIT / glade - neverforgotten I mean, it's probably a good decision, right? If Bearglade makes it, it's wrong. The tom really tries to make the right decisions, tries to make good choices. But, for whatever reason, what sounds great to him is almost always a recipe for disaster. And he isn't quiet about his ideas, because the tom seems unable to not blurt out his thoughts all the time. The large cream-colored tom is often looked as a valuable fighter, his size allows him to use brute force efficiently. But he doesn't really like it. When he fights it's almost always unenthusiastic, something that often annoyed his mentor as an apprentice. But Bearglade doesn't really know what he'd want to do instead. Fighting is what warriors do. The hunting is alright, being a clanmate is fine, but Bearglade feels incomplete, like he should be doing something different. But he doesn't know what. There was time where dark brown pointed tom thought he was meant to be a kittypet, he changed his mind to a rogue. Then a WinterClan warrior, then, hilariously, a Primal Instinct cat. But his ideas never last long. He changes his mind often and with little to know reason. About everything. Ask him his favorite type of prey, his answer with often change. Favorite color, season, hunting technique. They will change on a whim. Kit
PRIMROSEKIT / TANGLE - lost Primrosetangle is as sweet as honey, her voice smooth and kind, her eyes gentle and soft. She hardly approves of raising a paw in battle, and would rather fight with her words than her claws. She is a small, slender she-cat with a tortoiseshell pelt, more orange than black. Her eyes are a soft olive green, her gaze warm and inviting. When Primrosetangle was just a kit, she and her twin sister, Pinefrost, left the life of kittypets to join SummerClan at only four moons old — not that the choice was theirs. At the time, they were known as Freckle and Speckle, dotingly loved by their mother and their two-legs. Their mother snuck them out in the middle of the night after hearing of the clan, and dropped them off together. She told them that it was for the best, otherwise they would be taken from her and separated from one another. Primrosetangle and her sister, though twins, are complete opposites of one another. Where Pinefrost is tempestuous and hot-headed, Primrosetangle is calm and soft-spoken. She walks with a silent confidence and a gentle paw, bringing comfort to any who need it. Her motherly instincts were with her even as a kit, and she prefers the life of a queen to the life of a warrior, doting over kits and taking care of mothers, even when she herself is not born expecting or nursing. Primrosetangle loves to walk among the wildflowers and run her paws through soft, long tendrils of spring grasses. Cool summer breezes coax her into the wild. Though she does not like to live life fighting, Primrosetangle has never doubted her place in the clan. She has never glanced over her shoulder at the two-legs and wonder what life would have been like otherwise. Primrosetangle has an enormous heart for all of the creatures in the forest, though it doesn’t stop her from being loyal and loving, without a violent bone in her body.
Kit (Garden Keeper)
PINEKIT / FROST - lost Pinefrost was born with a fire in her eyes and a hurricane in her soul. Tumbling into the world with a wild cry, she has never once stopped to smell the roses or care what others thought about her obnoxious and spitfire ways. She is a slender she-cat with a soft coat of beautiful tortoiseshell fur, more black than orange. Her eyes are a soft olive green, though they spark with an intensity that can rarely be found in another soul. When Pinefrost was a kitten, she was known as Speckle, living with her mother, her twin sister, Freckle, and their two-legs. Her mother brought her and her sister to SummerClan at the young age of four moons, promising them that they would have a better life. If they stayed with her, they’d be taken and separated. Pinefrost and her sister, now Primrosetangle, thrive in SummerClan, and Pinefrost has never thought for a moment that it was not where she was meant to be. Her intense personality can be difficult to understand, but she doesn’t mind if no one gets it. She can never rest with all four paws on the ground, bounding in every direction imaginable. She is flighty and at times unstable. She finds it difficult to keep her mouth shut when appropriate, and it isn’t uncommon to see the others warriors getting out of her way when they see her coming. She is hot-headed, out-spoken, and unpredictable. That being said, no one could doubt her loyalty and her amazing heart. While she doesn’t always have control over her own body or mouth, she loves everyone and tries to do right by them all and herself.
RAVENKIT / RIDGE - lost Ravenridge is a pretty, black she-cat. Her frame is long and slender, her spine high and bony, sticking from the ridge in her back. Her eyes are a bright, grass green, and the only color along her lithe body. Ravenridge was born to a pair of loners, but she has only ever known SummerClan. Her parents were traveling with the kits, sweeping them away to a new home, when they were attacked by a fox. A SummerClan patrol managing to step in and save Ravenridge and her siblings, but their parents were not so lucky. Still, Ravenridge does not spend much time mourning her birth-parents, for it has been so many moons that she doesn’t even remember their faces. Ravenridge is a magnet for the broken and the damned. Her gentle voice and soft paws bring those who have been hurt and tormented running to her, and the black she-cat swoons in the attention — the attention that comes from being needed. She is obsessed with kits, and becomes almost insanely jealous each time a new litter is born to the clan; when Ravenridge tries to be around the kits, however, she tends to lose her confidence. Maybe a blessing or a curse, Ravenridge will never be able to conceive kits, which makes her envy and pain even worse. She is terrified of living a boring life — one that is simply hunting and defending. She craves adventure and the unknown. Her mind is often shadowed with chaos and unfulfilled desires. At times, it seems that Ravenridge might lose her sanity over her lack of a family, the stress of the helpless on her shoulders, and the fear of an uneventful life; sometimes, she’s afraid she actually might.
HUCKLEBERRYNOSE - lost Huckleberrynose has always been a bit of an oddball. From the moment he opened his eyes, he seemed to see the world in a different light. Even through the trauma he endured as a kit, he walks as if he’s on clouds — perhaps half in StarClan, and half out. When Huckleberrynose was a kit, his mother died giving birth to him, and his father was killed by a fox trying to protect their new family. Huckleberrynose was nearly killed as well, and he will bear the reminder forever, as he only has a small stump of a tail. He only survived when he and his siblings were rescued by a SummerClan patrol. Huckleberrynose is a handsome tom, though on the smaller side. He is lean and slender, with a light ginger tabby pelt; his paws, chest, and stomach are all white, and his eyes a fiery amber. Huckleberrynose always seems to be in his own world, talking to cats who aren’t there, dreaming wildly, and laughing out loud. Most of his clan mates, though they love him, think he’s strange. Even still, they can’t deny that he works hard as a warrior, his strength lying in hunting, when he can be present enough to pay attention. Uncommon as it is, Huckleberrynose can actually see cats from StarClan — he’s not crazy like many believe him to be. His near death experience brought him closer to his ancestors, and he has been able to see them ever since. He always draws others that are different near to him, and sometimes, when it’s least expected, you may find him in a moment of complete and shocking clarity.
Asher is an young adult Russian Blue cat with green eyes. He is afflicted with minor vitiligo, marbling his chest and back with white. As he gets older, the condition will progress further. Pale scars cover his body from fights of his past. He was once a kitty-pet, adopted at a local shelter. Due to the late manifestations of symptoms of vitilgo, his humans didn't like his appearance and abandoned him. Since then he had to fend for himself, learning to fight and hunt on his own, toughening him mentally and physically. Because of his early abandonment, he didn't think that he wasn't good enough and fell into a depression. That was, until he met Link, a rogue in love with the idea of violence and destruction. Since Link didn't like weak cats he taught Asher essential survival skills and, over time, they became good friends. During their time together though, he picked up some unsavory traits such as blood lust, but he found a way to suppress them when he was around other cats. With an invitation from Fairystar to join SummerClan, he accepted. However, Link didn't follow him there due to a difference in lifestyle, he would still visit him at the border. Still new to living with more than just another cat, he tries to fit in, although feelings of not fitting in creep in sometimes.
NETTLEWING - faun A medium length creamy fawn furred tom with nettle green coloured eyes and a rosy pink nose rimmed in scarlet. The base of Nettlewing’s fur is a creamy white, his back cloaked in a smoky grey. His muzzle seeming the only splotch of pure white on his body. Nettlewing’s features are soft-rounded and are almost kitten like in nature. He’s not thick and sturdy cat, his body instead favouring the lighter leaner side. In some odd twist of nature if the season allows it flower petals almost always seem to be clinging to his fur. The soft petals finding a home in his silky smooth fur, thus leaving the tom always smelling like a floral garden. The scent even clinging to his pelt in the dead of winter. Nettlewing is a kind and thoughtful spirit. Always to put the needs of others over himself when the greater good is at stake. He may be soft spoken, but he has a way of making others listen to what he has to say and consider his opinions. Nettlewing is a thinker and planner. Not willing to risk putting those he holds dear to him in danger on a split second decision or a whim. Garden Keeper ♥
Originally from WinterClan, Wolftumble left for SummerClan soon after he was apprenticed. A part of him regrets it—a part of him regrets a lot—but most of him is happy with the sporadic decision. A major clutz and a bit reserved, he finds it difficult to talk to others. He had been raised to not need others—had been told it was a weakness, and he never much developed any social skills. He can come off as standoffish, at times, but he has a good heart. Wolftumble is a bit of a perfectionist, knowing he would never live up to his parents impossible expectations. His self-esteem in the ground, he still strived to be the best when he was younger. He may have stopped trying to be perfect, but he hates that he isn’t already. While being socially awkward, when he does find a friend he seems to latch onto them. He tends to be either too clingy or too distant, but he still cares very much. A bit too much, really. He is extremely loyal and would literally die for those he cares about. Wolftumble can be seen as odd to some. He loves to collect and learn about many things—and though he keeps his knowledge to himself, he can be incredibly smart at times. Though he has knowledge, he’s still a bit of an idiot. He acts on impulse, doesn’t think things through, and tends to overall be a bit confused a lot of the time. garden keeper
Lightpaw is a brown and cream she-cat with golden eyes like little lights (the source of her name). She is extremely loyal to her clan and to cats who show her friendship or kindness. Lightpaw wants to be a warrior so that she can protect her clan and its values. Both of her parents and one litter-mate are deceased from illness, but she believes that they are in StarClan and does not let it haunt her. Her favorite past-time is swimming. Since her fur is so dark, she warms up in the sun fairly quickly and enjoys using the water to cool down. Having memories of her mother helping her and her sibling learn to swim also gives her a sense of closeness to her deceased parent. She often swims and believes that it helps her build up her leg strength, which is something she knows she will need if she wants to be a powerful warrior one day! Frustratingly for Lightpaw, she can't seem to catch a break when it comes to hunting. For some reason, the prey always knows she's coming! She has quite a bit to learn before she can fulfill her dream.
LYNXKIT/LANE - creativefyre Beautiful cream fur covers Lynxlane's large body. She has light brown markings on her face, ears, tail and toes. One could safely amuse that Lynxlane has Siamese in her bloodline at some point. A pair of memorizing, crystal blue eyes add a need contrast. Lynxlane traumatically lost her parents at a young age to a fox attack. Lynxlane was not born in SummerClan, she was born to a pair of loners. Her and her siblings where saved by a passing SummerClan patrol. However, it was to late for their parents. Ever since, Lynxlane and her siblings grew up in SummerClan. Lynlane is very protective of her siblings, sister Ravenridge, and brothers Bearglade and Buffalostomp. Those Lynxlane still remembers that dreadful day, and even as a Warrior, she will still have nightmares. She will always have a deep fear of foxes, and suspicious of anycat names after the crimson colour dogs. Even a red furred cat could send Lynxlane in a panic if her brain doesn't register the creature as a cat in time. Lynxlane is extremely determaind to prove herself; however, whether her audience be her actually Clanmates or herself is the question. Lynxlane is her harshest critic, and she finds it difficult to believe in herself. However, it does not stop this fierce feline from putting on a brave face and acting as if nothing is wrong. She is extremely guarded with other cats and doesn't trust easily. Above all else, Lynxlane is highly suspicious of tomcats; her brother exempt of this, of course. kitten
CONDORSTRIKE - cleaver | warrior After the divorce, he realized how much of his life he had invested in a relationship that wasn't working. He spent years with a mate that never loved him and cheated on him constantly, who went on fiery rampages and executed her enemies and took over clans, but by then he was already committed. He had fallen in love with Foxstar, had given up everything he treasured to be with her, and he refused to believe it had all been for nothing. But eventually he had to face the truth. Condorstrike was drawn to power just like his father, but he was far out of his realm, and desire had left him naïve. He had given up on the small joys in his life in pursuit of his stolen daughter, despite the indifference of his mate; he isolated himself from his own flesh and blood to form a new family he never felt comfortable around; he found himself lost in an empty new clan worshipping strange gods he loathed and feared. When Foxstar left him, he had nothing left from years of his life but regrets. He went to visit his estranged daughter, but she turned him away. With nowhere left to go, he had to start a new life, and he found himself seeking a new start in SummerClan. It won't be easy to start over and make something of himself, but he has to try, because he can't stand to finish his life alone and unaccomplished. For once in his life he wants to be a self-made cat, to have his own life and joys and accomplishments; he doesn't know if he will ever find love again, so he must make himself into a cat he can accept and love. Maybe with time his family will forgive him and let him back into their lives. In his new life, he discovered how very little he truly knows, and he wants to learn more, to be better educated, but he has no idea where to start. He knows how to hunt and fight and fish like a WaterClan cat, but he yearns for something new. Condorstrike has always feared not being good enough, and Foxstar used that fear against him; he can't let that happen again. After his experience with her, he became much more cautious around other cats and struggles to let them get close. He is an honest and open cat, but there are many truths he is uncomfortable sharing, despite knowing the value in getting them out there. He can be overly cautious and reads into body language more than words, hoping to chase out any deceit that way, but tries to keep in mind the inherent goodness of most cats around him. Genuine compliments, even just small things, touch him and make him genuinely happy to the point it can be almost overwhelming. Condorstrike is a good cat, even if he may not realize it; he works hard to be better than he is and he can only hope it works. He has been lonely for so long, all he wants is a peaceful, mundane life of helping his clan and finding a friend or two along the way. A brown agouti tabby with muddy brown eyes and a touch of white on his muzzle, as he aged he lost some of the youthful roundness that made him comely.
FLAMEPAW/heart - O.W.L.S Flameheart, wasn't a Clan-born cat, but she adjusted well when she was found as a young kit on SummerClan's territory. Her parents, Moon, her mother and Crescent, her father, were locked away in a cage and kept only for breeding. She was taken and left to the elements, for reasons she couldn't fathom. She couldn't and doesn't know why the Two-leg did what he did, but all that matters is he left her to live a better life if she survived somehow. She was found by a passing patrol, who took pity on her and accepted her into the Clan. She was raised by the Clan Queens and soon given her apprentice name of Flamepaw. She is loyal and brave often going beyond what is excepted of her. She puts her clan's needs above her own and never asks for anything in return. She is selfless and tries to help her clan-mates even if it's putting her life or health on the line. She will defend her adopted family with teeth and claws until her dying breath. Flameheart is a she-cat with a red coat that appears like fire in sunlight, a couple of light white marks on her chest, muzzle, and paws, short length fur and amber eyes that burn like embers. She is a clean freak and hates to be dirty and is often seen late at night cleaning her fur desperately trying to get something out of it. She has a soft and gentle voice, but can be authoritative when the need arises. She is an organizer and hates it when things are disorganized. She hates dishonest, lying, murderous, thieving and manipulative cats with a passion. She hates those who pose a threat to her home, and family, to the point that she will turn them into the clan and let justice prevail. She hopes to one day become a "Leader" among her Clan, a cat everyone looks up to and obeys. She hopes to die in service to SummerClan and StarClan, the Ancestors she has adopted as her own. She obeys and enforces the Warrior Code with everything she does, fearing that she might anger the Ancestor's and being exiled from the Clan.
life is a lot, and I'm sorry for how much it impacts me here
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Post by neverstarstar on Apr 21, 2020 0:06:00 GMT -5
PERIODICTOXIN - neverforgotten A small black she-cat with amber eyes, known as a tough cat with a calculating mind. She had kits by accident and certainly doesn't recommend it. Her children dislike their mother, seeing her flaws and choosing not to tolerate them. Periodictoxin isn't upset about it, lots of cats have no relationships with their kits. Periodictoxin is a drifter, a paw in just about every world. She likes it that way. She likes not being fully understood, or committed to anything. Aloof, scientific in thinking, and cold. That is Periodictoxin. Since dumping her kits in SummerClan she's stayed clear of that clan, but frequently is spotted on the border, looking into the territory with a pensive look. Regret perhaps? Or just more calculation? Rank: Queen Kits: They aren't born yet but there names will be: Europiumkit, Nobeliumkit, Seleniumkit Father: SCULLY (he's a loner)
CANARYGAZE - Consuela A pretty, small brown tabby with bright yellow eyes. Born the runt of her litter, Canarygaze has always had to work harder to keep up with the others. She was always the slowest, smallest and quietest of the litter. Where Canarygaze lacked in strength and speed, she made up for in her highly sensitive senses of smell, sound and taste. She always seemed to know that someone one or something was near before her littermates could. Her personality is shaped largely by her lifestyle; she is a very peaceful and sweet cat whose natural instinct is always to help, no matter how daunting the task is. Despite her positive deposition, Canarygaze is overly shy with little self-confidence in her ability to stand out in any way shape or form. Speaking in front of many and outwardly voicing her opinion is painstakingly difficult for the warrior so she often opts out of that kind of attention, instead being more of a listener than a speaker. The she-cat is often worrisome, always thinking about the what-ifs and bracing for the worst. Her fearful nature is often unknown to her clan mates because she hides it well behind a sweet smile and a calm exterior. She will stand her ground at danger’s door but fear will loom and fill her mind with endless concerns. Warrior
