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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 16, 2021 17:01:33 GMT -5
Shatteredcrow
Hostile, distant, nasty. Thats Shatteredcrow alright. His pelt is as black as a crows feather, sleek as a shadow, shiny like an onyx stone. Pericing, dark amber eye, always glaring, always giving this, 'You're a worthless kittypet' kind-of look. Looking at this tom, so full of hate, so full of venom, you'd never guess he was broken in peices inside. Tiny little bits of ice scattered here and there, all over his heart, everlasting ice that no amount of heat can melt it. Lets take this back a couple of moons, turn this grumpy tom into a playful kitten. Yes, Shatteredcrow was once playful, happy even, pretty normal, young kit. He was nothing but a little rogue kitten named Shatter, who had a nice little family. A mama, a papa and a little sister. Whats a family with out that one, bloodthirst, the darkest part of the woods, half-brother, eh? That peice of crow food. The very though of him makes Shatteredcrow want to snarl. He was that, 'oh so perfect' brother. Shatter, why can't you be more like your big brother? Why can't you be a lean, mean, killing cat like Crow, huh? They found out pretty fast why Shatter didn't want to be nothing like that moron. When mama and papa went out to hunt together, leaving Mr. Perfect to take care of him and his sister. Well it turned out Mr. Perfect wasn't so perfect after all. As soon as their parents scent had faded, that wretched tom turned on Shatter's little sister. Shatter tried, leaped, bit, scratched, cried. Did no good to save Rose. He still has nightmares of the screeches and pleads his sister wailed out, the sound of it is printed in his brain. Seared deep inside. Only when Crow had finally finished her off did the pain end for her. For Shatter. By the time his parents came home, only one did. Crow had a partner in crime who had elimanated daddy, now it was mommy's turn. She went the same way Rose did. You would think with all this killing, Crow would have killed Shatter next, but no, Crow had a better, more painful way of dealing with his half-brother. Letting him live. Let him live a long life with nothing but pain and guilt hanging over his head, along with a nice scar to remember him by. Three scars, to be exact. A mental scar, physical scar and emotional scar. After that, Shatter spent the rest of his kithood aswell as half of a Clan cats apprenticeship. His soft heart, now hardened, his kindness died, replaced with the monster he never wanted to be. He killed his first cat when he was six moons old. A kit. A poor. Helpless. Kit. Just like he was. He still can't figure out why he did it, only that he did, and that he did it again. His victoms grew in size, as did he. Everywhere he went, so did death. Finally Shatter met his match in on a Clans turf. Some cat finally knocked a bit of sence into him, though it did nothing for his attitude. Shatter though better of these Clancats then what he use to. They actual /did/ have some battle skill. Then, a small bit of him melted, that cold hearted monster had died, finally lost its grip on Shatter. In sign to himself, and the cats he now calls his Clanmates that he has changed his ways, Shatter joined them. Be became a BriarClan apprentice, taking on the name Shatteredpaw. His temper didn't change, nor did his crude remarks and hatefulness, but he never killed a fello cat again. Finally he graduated from 'paw to warrior, taking on the warrior name Shatteredcrow. He had to fight back the tears of hate, sorrow and guilt when the Leader announced it. He hide it well behind his mask. He still does. He uses his snarky remarks and 'Imma tought tom, you do not want to mess with' or 'I'm gonna beat you up if you insault me' aroura. Yup, not one soul besides him, his still living brother, and the loved ones he stoll from Shatteredcrow know about this toms broken past. His Shattered past. Maybe one day, some cat will beable to look past the snarl, the glaring eyes and see the hurt, little kitten hiding in the corner and bring him out. Free the old Shatter, the playful, always joking around, Shatter. That ain't going to happen anytime soon. Shatteredcrow often talks down on everycat as if they're all mousebrains, sneering replies and often mocks his clanmates. An outcast. Shatteredcrow has little to no friends, rarely ever talks nice to anyone. Kits get a free pass from his temper, they are the only ones he doesn't dare snarl at or around. Maybe its his way of making up for that one kit he had killed so many moons ago. More of a fighter then hunter, rogue instints still boil in his vains. Sence a threat, attack first, ask questions later. Shatteredcrow also doesn't sit back when some cat is throwing insaults at him, if you have the nerve to say anything, you might lose it as soon as you see this phantom of a cat leaping at you, claws and fangs ready to meet flesh. Possible mate in this toms future? No she-cat would even bother to take the time to notice this grumpy tom, let alone sniff him! Other then his dead parent, sister and Crow, Shatteredcrow has no other blood kin. Or at least no that he's aware of. Many things enrages this tom, you have to keep your wits about to to avoid the never ending list.
Edited Apr 16, 2021 17:02:01 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 16, 2021 17:02:48 GMT -5
ѕℓєєккιт A streek here, a flash of fur over there, paw prints everywhere! Sleekdash is on the move again. This tom is an odd one, full of pip and pipe, he has the energy that is perfectly made for Warrior duties. There's just one thing they forgot to rule out, he hates stricking anycat. Even when it was just play, he refused to retaliate. If its as simple as poking a cat to ripping ones life away, he just doesn't have the guts to do it. Its not just cats he doesn't like to hurt, all living creatures get the same treatment. Whether it a hungry fox or a humble bee, he would never harm a critter, even if it intended to hurt, even kill him. Some cats say its a shame. He could have been one of the best fighters in the Clan. This speedy tom has a huge heart. He's just as good as any mother, or in this case, father. He would made a great father somedat. Mostly white tom, his pelt is like downy feathers, fluffy and touchable. There are a few dark, blackish-greish-brownish spots, around the inside of his legs their are some of these spots, aswell as on the tip of his tail, nose and completely covers his ears. The strangest, or more beautiful are the stripe that goes over his eyes and halfway down his cheeks on both sides of his face. His eyes are so light in blue, they almost look like a pale grey. Funny, playful and hyper, Sleekdash is always running around, feeling the wind tug at his fur, he simple loves it and will get away with it anytime he can. He is understanding, always willing to lend a ear and sholder to any cat. He is normaly the most welcoming cat to any strays who have joined the clan, aswell as to the outcasts that clan has hosted for seasons. This tom is to kind, to innocent, to loving and accepting to be a Warrior, but he is. Sleekdash tries his best to be as much of a help as he can. He forces himself to give the killing blows when he's out hunting, for fighting a badger that had entered the territory, he'll fight it for the good of his Clan-mates. When it comes to fighting another cat, he simple cannot bare the though, often kicks himself days after the incounter for being such a flea-bag. He likes to back talk on the battle feild, do a little mouthing-off and stuff, a little chance to burn off some steem. Sleekdash if prouble one of the best of friends you'll ever have, he'd never leave your side and will be with you till the end.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 16, 2021 17:19:16 GMT -5
RHUBARBSTALK - mussles A slender, reddish-brown she-cat with white markings and green eyes. Rhubarbstalk is typically a social feline with an undertone of sass. She doesn't have much of a filter and often says this is she has instant buyers remorse for. Once upon a time, Rhubarbstalk had bloodline, but they all walk with StarClan now. Warrior
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 9:52:17 GMT -5
Marsdesolare The Roman god of war and agriculture. Greek personification, Ares. Two gods. Same careers. Different personalities. Mars was well-liked by the Roman people and honored. His importance placing seconded next to Jupiter, the king of the gods. Ares on the other paw, not so much. Along with being named the Greek god of war, he is also the god of slaughter, warfare, and warriors. Hated by the Greeks because he would kill mortal man. Marskit wasn't; however, named after the Roman god but the small red plant that earth shares the solar system with. However, he does show characteristics of both Roman and Greek versions of their god of war. A one trick wonder. That trick is battle. Not battle strategy, just fighting. Marskit is too daft for something so complicated. However, you want to discover new moves to try out in a battle, then Marskit is the cat you'd want to visit. His brain is hard-wired for battle and blood. Blood. The word holds more meaning to Marskit then the scarlet liquid oozing from his enemies gaping wounds. No. His kin. Marskit is not the best at exposing his emotions other than the only way that he knows. Battle. Pick on his siblings, and you better hold on. Marskit comes at a flying leap. That doesn't just go for his siblings, but anyone he loves or holds dearly to him. Fierce loyalty to NightClan and the Warrior code. Marskit does have the tendency to be more good than evil; however, his nobility is often stretched to it's limits. That is where is Ares side pops its ugly head up. Battle is both his greatest skill and his greatest demon. How many cats he hurt excessively and; even, almost killed? Marskit is always able to catch himself; however, is fearful of the day that he slips up. In battle, he can barely control himself. As soon as his heartbeat quickens, he is a snarling mess. Uncontrollable. Only his brother, Jupiterkit, can fully snap him out. M A R S D E S O L A R E
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With out his brother or him finding his mental will, Marskit will keep on fighting. Burning with his one true passion. However, he is not restricted to physical fights. Marskit can far just as well in verbal fights. Argumentative and disagreeable if in a difficult mood. Marskit goes from being second liked in his Littermates to the unpopular one. His pelt and eyes are that of fire. Accompanied by a large, battle ready built. Dark ginger tabby with a white spot in the center of his chest and the tip of his tail. Not ideal for sneaking around in the dark; however, Marskit isn't above getting dirty in order to melt into the shadows. Especially if a battle is brewing. His gaze is a honey amber colour, quickly set ablaze when some cat says the wrong words. Moody, he's temperament can change like the weather. Without a reason or a rhyme. Regardless of this, he is mostly a tom in search for peace. Yes, his solution to peace is to take it by military power. In a good mood, he can come off as fatherly; however, the father that loves his children, but doesn't know how to tell them. His brothers consist of Jupiterkit, Neptunekit and Saturnkit. His sonly sister is Venuskit whom he is the most protective of out of all his siblings. Son of Quantumlife and an unknown tom. Perhaps his lack of a father figure had lead him to be so aggressive? Only time will tell this juicy treat. Always on the hunt for anything that would make his hackle raise and fear to egg him on. A deep hunger for mystery and fear. Marskit's second skill; however, not as great as the first, is hunting. Tree climbing and swimming are big no-no's for him. As soon as Marskit reached six moons of age, he collected scars like old trees collect cobwebs. From scratches to a ripped ear. When a cat looks at this tom, they see a battle. A battle-worn tom. The Roman god of war and agriculture.
Edited Apr 17, 2021 9:53:08 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 9:54:10 GMT -5
Poisonousmalachite Different. Unlike the rest of his siblings. Distant. Quiet but not shy. Composed. Poisonouskit is just that. Poisonous. Not in the sense that he has a toxin that will fatally harm another cat, but his personality. Like a substance capable of causing illness if taken seriously. Poisonouskit is extremely unpleasant and hard to get a long with. His mouth is sealed shut for a reason. Not out of foolish shyness, but merely he simply does not want to speak. Do not expect him to let out a peep until he feels like it. Letting his low, mutter of a voice. Soft spoken, is a terrifying way. Not a calming voice, but the kind that might make the fur on the back of some cat's neck spike. Almost making them uncomfortable. When Poisonouskit does speak, he is often very blunt and to the point. Do not expect him to sugar coat anything. Nothing but the cold, bitter, honest truth will pass by his lips. Due to his dark nature, cats often assume Poisonouskit has a malicious intent. However, it is merely a shield. Designed to protect himself. Like a King Snake has the same colour pattern as that as a Coral Snake. So when an animal looks at him, they think he is venomous. That way, only the cats with true hearts will approach him and know otherwise. However, Poisionouskit does have the tendency to have a venomous temper. Very difficult to get along with; however, it also helps weed out the cats who are not worth his time. Poisonouskit's personality often comes on too strong. Often narrow-minded when it comes to his beliefs. It would take one good argument in order to win him over. When it comes to advice, Poisionouskit is a cat to seek out. Due to his brutal honestness, he will cover every aspect of it. When it comes to crowds, Poisonouskit shy's away. However, around his few select friends, he likes the attention. Often talkative around those he is comfortable with. Poisonouskit is a battle ready tom. A large, grey tom with dark grey and black tabby markings. A white muzzle, with a partial blaze, just smudged between his eyes. His chest fur is like white cotton, narrowing down to his underbelly. Poisionouskit's front feet are just white on the paw tips while his back feet are completely white. Finished off with a white tipped tail. Thin, white whiskers and a tiny, pink nose. Keen green eyes complete his look, they rarely ever miss a beat. Poisonous kit often goes by the policy that it is better to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission. Often displaying the skills of being able to take control of a situation. Often restless and constantly on the move. Born to Shademask, his mother, and an unknown tom. He was never very close; let along fond, of his mother. Often wishing he had a father figure in his life. He can be protective of his sisters, Reactivekit, Infectiouskit and Combustiblekit. However, most of the time, Posionouskit doesn't really hang around them much. As for his brothers? Flammablekit and Corrosivekit? Poisionouskit hangs with them even less than his sisters. Born and raised on NightClan, Poisionouskit is loyal towards the group. Noble in his own, weird way. Swift and fierce. Poisionouskit enjoys mystery and fear. Often going out of his way for a thrill. Dark and calm. His wit is even quicker than his feet. When it boils down to it all, one word can describe Poisonouskit. Different. Whether it is a good different or a bad different is up to debait.
Edited Apr 17, 2021 17:29:39 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 9:58:26 GMT -5
W I N T E R K I T [ K I N G ] Activity giving way to dormancy. Life falls still. Indwelling and silent. Still the soul. Slow paced, each paw glides over the earth surface as if the step is a master plan unfolding. Features proud but calm. Very rarely does a smile enter Winterking's pupils. Facing most situations with calmness, and levelness, it is scarce to find surprise flash across Winterking's features, only to degrade like a phantom that never existed. Winterking's personality is that of ice; or, the winter season. Cold? Absolutely. Heartless? Not so much. Winterking carries himself with dignity and grace. Head high, and strides large and purposeful. Under the false illusion that he is without pride, Winterking is absentminded to his fatal flaw of arrogance. Winterking is often lost in introversion and contemplation. Solitude is always welcomed, because being alone gives Winterking the chance to going within his thoughts as the worlds passes by. However, Winterking's mind is not the kindest of places to dwell for long. With teeth of black ice and hide of tar, his mind is both Winterking's greatest ally and enemy. Yet like clock work, Winterking's fail-safe is to seek inner guidance when the world stops making sense. Though his demons may snarl, Winterking refuses to shutter. Go within. Quiet the mind. A work in progress, but Winterking tries his best not to crumble. Never give in. Never bow down. Soul-searching and introspection, Winterking is plagued with the concern of about losing his mind to madness. It is often why this brooding feline seeks isolation over crowds. Prefers loneliness over being lost. Though Winterking is withdrawn, he is not without his social skills. A deep hunger for achievement, growth and accomplishment gnaws at Winterking's gut. Thirsty for knowledge, but ready to share his findings with others. Winterking is committed to his goal of ultimate self-awareness, and continues the path he has chosen to follow. Yet before he began this journey, Winterking began with a badly step-- literally. The first three moons of life were heaven, just Winter, his mother and littermates. Then mother Robinflame vansihed, leaving her brood in an unknown land. Soon the little band of loners became Clan cats with Clan names. His sisters Palepoint and Wolfcaptain alongside Winterking's brothers Riftcross and Stormsteed. Winterking has learned the ways of SummerClan; however, he still finds the warm climate rather irritating. Large but lean, Winterking is built for all purposes. Hunting and fighting are almost a breeze for him-- Winterking is not the best, but he can hold his own. A soft layer of short, white fur makes hunting in the sunny land of SummerClan a little impossible for the pale feline. Black mackerel tabby markings cover Winterking's body, seeming to bleed into soft silvers and grays. Winterking's large nose if pink and heavily outlined in black. Snow-white whiskers shoot from Winterking's maw. The only splash of colour, and warmth on this felines features are is eyes. A pair of light amber, dark honey ringed pupils. Able to use his isolation and the knowledge he has gained as a tool upon his path to reach even higher levels of awareness. However, Winterking's secrets are not for everyone. Though for a seemingly complicated feline, Winterking is really simplistic. Neat and pristine.Self-sufficient and hard-working. Yet open and understanding. But when caught in a bad mood, Winterking can turn around and be stark, plain and even cold. His response are often plain, blunt and critical. However, Winterking rarely ever means to be rude. Deep down, all he truly wants is to be understood himself. ASH --kit--
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 12:58:51 GMT -5
Crowflight The darkness always lies. Quietness blankets this tom. Deadly, secretive silence. The quietness of a hunter. Still, unmoving. Hunched over like a beady-eyed crow, observing everything that slips under their watchful gaze. Crowflight is a very distant, hard to reach cat. Often coming off as standoffish for he rarely ever socializes except with a select few cats. Mysterious in every aspect and fiber of his being. Who is this cat who rarely speaks? Ask him, and find out. When Crowflight does speak, his voice is coarse and raucous like the bird he was named after. A deep rumble in his chest, like a monster. Crowflight doesn't think much about destiny; however, he does believe every cat has a purpose they must fill. Often hunting ways of personal transformation and alchemy. Fearless in everything he does. Or at least he doesn't allow his fear to show. Possessing audacious as he is willing to take bold risks in order to protect his Clanmates and those he loves. Flexible and adaptable. Quickly molding into whatever situation requires in order to survive. He is a survivor. Often preferring sleeping in the heights of a tree than in a nest. It gives him a better view and he enjoys the chilliness of night. Always thinking outside of the box. Crowflight would never let it on, but he is intelligent. A know-it-all jumps at every chance they get to prove their intellect where an intelligent cat never truely lest on that he is smart. Which is just what Crowflight does. Handsome in his own way. Crowflight is a large, heavy built tom with black and white markings. A pair of bright molten amber eyes that alway seem to be hiding an inside joke. A trickster in his own right. Crowflight enjoys mind games and is known to be manipulative when he puts in the energy. Playful and mischievous when he is in an open mood. Stong in both body and mind. Crowflight is a far better fighter than hunter. However, he much rather hunt. Crowflight earned his Warrior name because he is quite agile for a large cat who if good and jumping and climbing. Which is a good thing too, since he loves to spend his free time in the canopies. Born to a litter of six. His mother is Thrustflight and his father is unknown. Crowflight's sisters are Simmerlight, Goldfeather and Diamondeyes. He is very protective of them and would do anything to protect them. His brothers are Harefoot and Bluewave. Caring and loyal; however, his heart is not set in stone. Full of zeal and friendly when he does open up. Hunched over like a beady-eyed crow, observing everything that slips under their watchful gaze. Still, unmoving. The quietness of a hunter. Deadly, secretive silence. Quietness blankets this tom. The darkness lies. The darkness always lies.
Edited Apr 17, 2021 16:34:00 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:34:57 GMT -5
Freshriver Everything is always better fresh. Like fresh water, fresh air and fresh prey. So why not a fresh cat? New and different, that is Freshriver. Refreshing this she-cat is in everything she does. Full of energy and vigor. However, she is without salt. Without flavour. Different, but flavourless. Kind and lively. Freshriver is a she-cat who is always on the hunt to make friends. Who could resist her and her cheerful personality? Cool under pressure. Strong willed and determined to do what is right, not matter the consequences. Steady in everything she does. Love, peace and wisdom. Sure-footed and an ideal huntress. Always eager to please her peers and make other cats happy. Graceful in her movements. Fluidity, like water or a river. Cheeky and spicy, Freshriver is surely to bring a good time to any cat who hangs with her. Always striving for perfection. If another cat doesn't reach that bar, it is alright. Freshriver will comfort them. If she doesn't meet her bar? Then she spirals into a despair, self-loathing stage. Everything from her pelt to the amount of prey that she catches within a day. If it isn't perfect, then she didn't do it right. The silver fluff that covers her like a cloud must always be bright and healthy in appearance. Freshriver is a solid silver she-cat with a plumy tail. Her light blue gaze is not faded or impaired, but attractively youthful. A pretty grey nose and slim, hard to see white whiskers. Freshriver is always hard on herself and it is her biggest weakness. However, she is actually very strong mentally and physically. Able to hold her own in a brawl. Freshriver is a calm beauty. Like a river. Easy to get along with and often finds herself renewed after hanging around friends. Freshriver is a cat who is always in motion, never ceasing. She values strength and action in a cat. Often picky of the cats she choices to be friends with. Nonetheless, she spends most of her time in her subconsciousness. Often thinking and pondering. Reflective. Freshriver has a strong intuition which she rarely ever listens to, even if it has proven to be right more than enough times. Born to a litter of five. Her mother is Ceruleanmarlin while her father is Ravenshade. Her fellow sisters are Polarstrife and Galevigor. Freshriver's brothers are Candidspirit and Dismaleclipse. Calamity and power are some things Freshriver also values. Bright and a quick learning, like most DayClan cats. Playful and full of zeal. Wise; however, she doesn't mind letting curiosity taking control over reason. Caring towards all around her. Oneday she would love to be a mother and help contribute to DayClan's future when she is older. Everything is always better fresh. Like fresh water, fresh air and fresh prey. So why not a fresh cat?
Edited Apr 17, 2021 16:35:40 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:37:23 GMT -5
Dragonsnap What does a dragon truly look like? Other than the obvious that it looks like a giant lizard. However, in different mythologies there are different types of dragons. Water dragons whom are like giant serpents, or sky dragons whom are like oversized bats. Earth dragons who are portioned like sky dragons but without the wings. Then there are fire dragons, who bellow fire. No matter what they looked like, they are always seen as a lizard of some sort. Many cats have the heart of a lion, tiger or bear, but few have the heart of a dragon. Fierce, every beat sounding like a thunder clap. A face emotionless, unreadable one moment. The beast curls back its lips to reveal a row of razor sharp teeth, lunging towards their victim. The last sight they will see, and the last sound they will hear is their wail of terror. Dragonsnap is not as malevolent as the mystical monster she was named after; however, she can be. Blood is the up most important thing to this she-cats heart. Not the blood of her victims, but the blood of her kin. Whether it be hurtful words muttered or violets, Dragonsnap will eagerly fill out her name. Quick to jump to her siblings defence, often viewing herself as their guardian and protector. Dragonsnap may not breath fire; however, her personality practically comes off of her as smoke. Bold as she shoulders herself up to the den's bully. One might assume that Dragonsnap's preferred way to win a fight is to bring her claws down. Doing everything in her power to harm the other cat verbally and physically. However; to Dragonsnap, that is not a fair fight. When in an argument, she is to proud to resort to humiliating or scorning. Dragonsnap uses cold, hard facts. Quite often, she will back down from a debate; however, not waving a white flag. For she never picks a fight she cannot win, and when she does bite off more than she can chew, she will back down humbly.or even when she loses, Dragonsnap is victorious. When Dragonsnap backs down, she is not giving up. She is not rolling over. Dragonsnap learns. Then, Dragonsnap will come back, and in force. After all, Dragonsnap rarely ever picks an argument she can't win. Intimidating in her own right, but when insults are thrown her way, Dragonsnap is less irritable. Dragonsnap sees herself as the guardian and protector of her kin and lesser cats, not herself. Dragonsnap could care less about her well being. Perhaps it is a trait that might strike ofter cats as odd, not that Dragonsnap would ever show an interest in what cats think of her. Dragonsnap is rich in self-confidences, so she doesn't need the approval of other to assert her worth. Dragonsnaps knows it, and isn't afraid of showing it. Dragonsnap isn't evil, like the creature she is named after. However, she doesn't completely condemn the same acts that Clan-cats consider as evil or bad. However, Dragonsnap likes chaos. She thrives in chaos. In the heat of a battle? Cats yowling, body's colliding and blood pounding? Dragonsnap is in her element. Often the cat who provides her strength and support when a cat is in need of it. Although, most of the time, Dragonsnap is hovering around her siblings. So long as they are as safe as can be, Dragonsnap is happy. When she doesn't have her siblings around to defend, Dragonsnap becomes a bit of a loner. Keeping herself and often reacts harshly towards cats trying to bring her out. One of Dragonsnap's greatest abilities is to see the big picture. Not one to overlook anything. Dragonsnap does show interest towards the whole 'blabbermouth' thing. If she catches someone muttering about harming her siblings, then Dragonsnap will not hesitate to alert them of the danger. Dragonsnap is an emblems against theft, loss and betrayal in any shap or form. Especially when it is directed towards her siblings.Mighty in her own way. Dragonsnap has a reputation that she carries on her shoulder with pride. It may not fall from her lips, but Dragonsnap is noble in a sense. Maybe even showing heroism to some existence. Defends again litigation, verbal disputes, or false accusations. Dragonsnap would be a great mentor for she already is an abundant provider of knowledge, so why not make a career out of it for a few moons or so? Dragonsnap offers her siblings longevity, a long term of services. So long as Dragonsnap is still kicking, she will have their back. When it comes to a personal trouble, then Dragonsnap is independent and even stubborn, at times. Dragonsnap does have a very luck-filled streak, often successful and gains high achievements. Full of valiances and benevolent. Enthusiastic and expresses a lazy vitality. Courageous, insightful, inspirational. Possessing a strong connection and depth of understanding towards the few cats she trusts. Holding a wisdom that doesn't match her youth. Dragonsnap is a graceful, bronze-ginger she-cat. Black markings that look like burnt marks cover her forehead, part of her head and marks her face a bit. White muzzle that has a black outlined rose-pink nose. Long, white whiskers. A pair of stunning green eyes that simmer with the power and excellence she overlooks in herself. A slightly ripped ear as well as some other scars from her kithood, as well as a few fresher ones from when she became an Apprentice. As soon as Dragonsnap became an Apprentice, she gathered scars like an old tree gathers cobwebs. As a kitten, she was slim but full of personality. As she grew, her body changed and transformed into the brave she-cat she is this day. Born to a loner who joined SunClan. Her mother's name is Chimera, but Dragonsnap doesn't know who her father is. Born to a litter of five. Her brothers are Chupacabrafang, Griffinflight and Leviathan soul. She has one sister, Phoenixflare. These are the cats Dragonsnap is passionate about and has the determination to protect them. Perseverance, and doesn't give up easily.Even if the odds seem unreasonable or the road is tough. Easily irritated and say something quickly to most cats. Sometimes, not even her siblings are safe from her fiery wrath. Known to suddenly lose self-control, snapping at any cat in sight. Dragonsnap is full of vigor and liveliness. Not to mention she is a cat of style, who moves to the beat of her own drum. When it boils down to it all, Dragonsnap was never meant for Clan life. She is to zesty to be confined to a camp and border. However, leaving SunClan will not be an easy task. Dragonsnap must remain true and strong to herself. She cannot leave because she feels like her siblings need her. All because of a fox. When she was younger, her mother and siblings were attacked by a fox. Her mother barely making out alive. Dragonsnap must keep them all safe. Maybe she has been mentally scared by the event, but maybe she was made stronger. For even when she loses, Dragonsnap wins. Even if it means jeopardizing her own peace. What is she? A cat, mouse or a dragon?
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:40:39 GMT -5
Radonvalor It is believed that it is our word's that shape the world. With a single word uttered, then light is shone down upon the once non-existing object. Regardless if a word is spoken, is a cat still not a cat? Therefore, it is the world that shapes our words. Radonvalor is what you may call different or odd. Not that he'd be the first to admit it; however, he seem's to be indifferent to his differences. Not a full blooded NightClan cat; however, he was raised there ever since he was a kitten. As usual, the cats always jump to conclusions that his abnormality is due to his bloodline, where ever it may lead. Over the moons, Radonvalor has grown to ignore such childish accusations and concentrate on what really matters. Action. Oh, he could argue with those no-good bystanders yet they will still find a way to be right. However, if he was to act then they will have no choice but to see the truth. That; along with other personal reasons, is why Radonvalor does not speak as much. Regardless his lack of words often seems to backfire on him and only feed the superstitions of his Clan-mates. Do not fret for he knows when to let his voice ruin or when to hush it. The rare gift of wisdom blesses this outcast. However, you will not catch him jumping at every chance to show off his thinking stills. Mysterious this tom is, it either intrigues others or it keeps them at bay. Dark yet calm, Radonvalor is relatively slow to anger but beware. His temper is radioactive, emitting a potent combination of rage and control. Even when his ears are back and his eyes sputter like an inferno, Radonvalor can control the fire. Well, most of the time. There are a few things that set his temper off that he both cannot and will not control. Cruelty to Kits is at the top of his list. Decide to pick on some kittens and Radonvalor will not mind returning the favour. Secondly is his siblings. They are the only blood that matters to him now. Terrifyingly protective over his sisters, Aconitekit, Mercurykit and Toxinkit. Radonvalor is not as protective of his brother, Cyanidekit and Poisonedkit mostly because he expects more out of them. Regardless, if he notices if they are in need of a paw, Radonvalor is not weary in lending them four. The third had to be obvious. NightClan as a whole! From Kit's to Elder's, from the east board to the west. Radonvalor had blood to spill and bones to break, so why not do so for the Clan that raised him? It is Radonvalor's second best skill; battle, second to calculate. One glance at him, it might make you question. Radonvalor is somewhere in between lean muscled and medium weight. A powder; ebony black tom who is well portioned yet lanky. Large, bright amber eyes reveal a curious edge that one might not expect. Large black nose and long, thin white whiskers. Not exactly ideal for head to head combat with larger cats; however, that is where the swiftness comes into play. Coming in to deliver as much damage as possible before darting away to safety when it comes to bigger cats. This make's him ideal to help with badger patrols. Radonvalor offer's courage and fierce in the face of danger and; especially, war. Noble and loyal, you will not find his gaze wandering to the she-cats on the other side of the boarder. Like most NightClan cats, he is hungry to dive into the feared and unknown while other's hang back. Perhaps that is his drive to be accepted into NightClan through the hearts of his fellow cats. Radonvalor is unsure which he prefers, strangers, friends or enemies. One day he is bent on finding out the answer his own way.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:42:00 GMT -5
Earthguardian Unchanging, unmoving. Lazy? Perhaps. Mouse-brained? No way! Earthguardian is a layed back tom who may come off as sluggish. Enjoying the simple things in life, like a mid-afternoon pre-nap. Do not fret, Earthguardian pulls his weight in chores. His vibes are that of low, calming effect. Low sound waves. It makes Earthguardian a very stable minded tom who doesn't jump to conclusions. It may make him seem dense and cold, but he really is not. It is just who he is. Earthguardian may seem like a flat-minded tom, he is a very thoughtful tom. Steady movements, he rarely rushes from place to place. He has inexhaustible creativity energy. Always thinking, always wondering. If there is an easier way of doing something, then Earthguardian will discover it. Solid and unmoving when he puts his mind to it. It is like trying to make a mountain bow down. Earthguardian is vastly complex despite what some might believe. He is far more than a brute with bees for brains.Earthguardian is skilled as stabilizing cats who are upset. If that doesn't work, he could always put his weight on it. A tom who has a strong sense of belonging. Perhaps that is why he is so layed back. While everyone is trying to find out who they are and where they belong, he already knows. He has always known. So he doesn't have to seek approval from other cats. A tom of community, Earthguardian enjoys being around other NightClan cats. Always interested in the stories the Clan's Elder's have to share. Earthguardian has a strong sense of home, and he would do anything to protect it. Earthguardian is a unifying force. A tom of endurance and reliability. Peaceful and tranquil, he does not let problems sour his mood. When he is not sleeping, he is busying himself with day to day life. Passive when it comes to criticism. Earthguardian's appearance reflects his personality. Earthguardian is a large tom with long black fur with dark, rusty brown highlights. His nose is small and black while his whiskers are few, thin and white. His gaze can be petrifying to does who do not know of the gentle giant inside. A light, lazy-moon yellow irises that can seem like a pair of cold stones. Born and raised in NightClan. Earthguardian's mother is Echoedbreeze while his father is Ebonywood. Earthguardian has four siblings. Two sisters, Goosekit and Shellkit, both of which he is very protective of. Earthguardian also has two brothers, Hurricanekit and Frogkit, who he will equally be eager to jump to the defense of. Earthguardian is a defender, a protector and a keeper. Of anything and everything. Especially his siblings and does he loves. Earthguardian take it as his responsibility to look after those closest to him. Guards camp as if it was his own flesh. Earthguardian turns into a calm cat, to a chilling nightmare. He watches over cats even when it is not necessary. He has the tendency to be a vigilant. Bend to preserving and watching over in order to protect cats around him. Protecting against damage or harm. Maybe it is Earthguardian's way of being in control, by defending cats. Swift for a large cat. Earthguardian is fierce, noble and loyal. He enjoys the coolness of night, fear and mystery. Unchanging, unmoving. Watching. Preserving.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:43:09 GMT -5
Greyeyes Ordinary. Mundane. At least, that is what he wants the cats he doesn't trust know. Greyeyes is known by most to be very dull and without character. A cat lacking interest and being abundant in nondescript. However, it is merely a security system he has built up. Greyeyes is a very reliable tom who can be trusted to do what he is told. Intelligent in his silents. Greyeyes is not a know-it-all. Know-it-alls jump at every chance they get to prove their intellect where an intelligent cat never truly let on that he is smart. However, he is a very staid tom. Very modest, Greyeyes rarely ever sees himself better than the cats around him. Conservative of old customs and the Warrior code. He has the wisdom of a cat much older than he. Greyeyes often looks sad or boring, but he really is not. He is always eager to help cats in need. A very neutral and neutralising tom. Greyeyes often feels detached or isolated from his peers; however, knows it is necessary. He seems to be drab and depressing on one paw, and formal on the other, yet never glamorous. That is just quite alright with Greyeyes. Dependable and practical; however, he can be lazy when given the opportunity. Mature and responsible. Greyeyes is never the centre of attention, and he rarely seeks it. Greyeyes does not feel the need to make other cats love him by force; rather, let them chose to love him instead. A tom who often plays it safe, for he see's that it is insensible to be anything else. Toned down, stable and controlled. Greyeyes is not a rowdy tom; however, he can crack a joke or two when he deems fit. Independent in his work, Greyeyes works best alone. A very calming, down to earth tom to hang around with. He is also very dignified. He was named Greykit because of his pelt. A slim, elegant smokey grey tomcat with slightly bigger paws. He has a soft grey nose and long white whiskers. Greyeyes has a pair of calm, grey eyes. He was named Greyeyes, in part to having grey eyes as well as having excellent eyesight. Greyeyes was born in NightClan to his mother, Ebonyheart. He doesn't know who his father is, but he is perfectly alright with not knowing. Born in a litter of three, he was the second born. His brother; Shadowkit, is the oldest. Greyeyes looks up to his older brother and often follows his lead. Greyeyes also has a younger sister named Harmonywhisper. Most of the time, he treats his little sister like any big brother would. Teasing and picking on her is alright when it is just Shadowkit and himself doing it. However, if any other cat dares make fun of his sister, he will protect and defend her. That is the side of himself that he only shows to a few cats. Greyeyes can be dominant when he is comfortable, showing great leadership skills. Strong in nature; however, rarely aggressive. Gentle towards cats he feel that are under his care. Greyeyes is known to be creative and imaginative. So when he is hanging around his friends, he can be very playful and silly. Also known to be very flexible and quick-witted at times. A swift and quick tom who is more skilled at hunting than fighting. Dark yet calm. He is very loyal towards his birt Clan and his littermates. Fierce and noble in his own way. It may not apear like it, but Greyeyes enjoys mystery and fear in the right amounts. Imaginative. Extraordinary.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:45:16 GMT -5
Shadowfrozen When a tom is rather puny in size, he will often let his ego grow large in hope that it's the same thing. Shadowkit is no different. Compared to his litter mates, he is small, weak and inferior. Often bullied, it caused Shadowkit to cut himself off from the rest of the world and create his own. The few cats the are nice to him are welcomed with kind words and gladness. He's thankful for what he's got in the friend department and it helps him feel less alone. Perhaps the sadness that comes with the thought of being abandon as a kitten is the biggest weight of all. His own mother didn't want him, surely that has to be a huge clue on the fact that he is useless? It wasn't until he went from being Shadowkit to Shadowpaw did he finally start to see the silver lining on his situation. Still not the strongest Apprentice in the den, but Shadowpaw was starting to discover skills and traits he couldn't tap into when he was a kitten. The ability to built but a wall of ice and isolate himself from everyone else on the outside. Shadowpaw did not dare leave the Clan he was dumped in but he occasionally snuck out of camp and often spends the night up in the tree tops under silverpelt. His confidence grew as he also got better at tasks such as hunting and fighting. Even if he is a small cat, it was clear to him he would be a better fighter in the future than a hunter but never stopped trying to be great at both. As Shadowpaw grew, so did his tendency to be able to either stand up for himself or simply ignoring other cats better. It wasn't too long until Shadowpaw became Shadowfrozen, named for his calm, collect and coldness. As if he were frozen. Shadowfrozen turned out to be quite handsome for a scrawny kitty. From a ball of fluff to a more figure flattering short fur. Shadowfrozen's pelt is mostly white with some large black patches. His ears, forehead and cheeks are black along with his back and tail. His eyes are a stunning bright shade of ocean blue. Through most of his life, sarcasm and a big ego are two things that have always ruled Shadowfrozens life. As a Warrior he likes to believe that he far past the notion that he was left in DayClan because his parents didn't want him bother him. Every once and a while when some cat uses Shadowfrozen's past as leverage, he will often go rigid in attempt to hide the fact it is a weak spot for him. Despite the fact that his personality may lead cats to believe he isn't trust-able but Shadowfrozen is still extremely loyal to DayClan even if he doesn't have DayClan blood. He was born to a litter of four consisting of his brother, Racingkit/rwn and sister Stormdrops and Sageki/rwn. Perhaps one day he will unthaw and will have a spring to his step.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:46:37 GMT -5
Skyrunner Pounding paws, falling like lead and rumbling like thunder. A dark ominous sky as lightning lights up the earth. Electricity in the air, rain wailing and wind howling. Or. Utter calmness as a lazy white cloud slowly roles across a deep blue sky. Silents. Sighs of relaxation. Skyrunner could be either or. His mind is always changing, his mood rarely ever settling on one emotion for long. Unlike dust, he doesn't settle and accumulate over time. He is like dust particles, too small to see, but always on the move. Ever changing, never settling. Every disturbance sends him spiraling towards another adventure. Can't be done? Skyrunner would like to put that theory on ice. Hungry for anything that will make his heart beat quicker as his stomick tries to squeeze into his chest cavity. His mind is always on a brighter outlook. What if's and why nots are his favorite questions to ask. His mind always wondering if there is more to life than being a bee in a hive of cats. Anticipating the day when he can break free from the normal. Of the day where he stops living an ordinary life and begins a life of extraordinary. A caterpillar itching for its transformation from a measly worm to a butterfly. A Kit to a Warrior. Flowing ideas and plots. Skyrunner is naturally on the look out for the more efficient road. Open-minded and willing to lend and ear. Skyrunner believes in StarClan, but he can understand where a non-believer comes from. Powerful in his own way; however, Skyrunner wants nothing to do with the concept. It doesn't suit him at all. Skyrunner isn't a very large cat, but he is still strong in his own way. A fluffy, pale ginger tabby tom. Some parts of his pelt his so pale, that it almost looks white! His eyes are a light sapphire blue. Tiny pink nose with long and thin white whiskers. Skyrunner can hold his own in battle; however, he is more of a runner than a fighter. Using the same technics used when fighting a badger. Quickly coming in to cause as much damage as possible before dashing out of harms way. To do otherwise would be against his personality. He is a pretty fast runner at that. Fast enough to be name Skyrunner. Extremely friendly and caring, Skyrunner in known to show hospitality towards cats who cross over the border. Not because he isn't loyal to DayClan; for he is, but merely because he understands that mistakes do happen. What if it wasn't a mistake? Well for the other cat's sake, hopefully they will be able to out run Skyrunner. Extremely protective of his Clan-mate; especially his blood-kin. Son of Seedcreek; his mother and an unknown father. His sisters are Lightningwalker and Cloudleaper. Skyrunner's brother is Waterstrider. Playful and easily distracted. Full of zeal, one might say. Regardless, Skyrunner can be very strong-willed and knows when to get busy. It also makes him very stubborn. Surprisingly wise and quickly get's catches on to things. Like pounding paws, falling like lead and rumbling like thunder. A dark ominous sky as lightning lights up the earth. Electricity in the air, rain wailing and wind howling. Or. Utter calmness as a lazy white cloud slowly roles across a deep blue sky. Silents. Sighs of relaxation.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:49:01 GMT -5
Stag Who Rushes to Defend Herd [ Stag ] Nobility radiates off of Stag like the pungent stench of flowers. Opened minded, with fluent thoughts. Higher ideals with great expectations for himself that he could never fill. Stag Who Rushes To Defend Herd is eager and hungry to obtain higher knowledge and understanding of things. Containing a great abundance of kindness and endless benevolence. Always placing other cat's needs above his own. Stag Who Rushes To Defend Herb tries his best to go out of his way to help Clanmate's in need of a paw or two. Stag wasn't born of NightCLan blood, but of the blood of the long deceased Tribe of Stars That Shine. His parents had left to become loners when the Tribe fell apart. However, they still named Stag with a Tribe name when he was born. Stag holds his Tribe name proudly. Stubbornly keeping his name, not wanting to forget where heritage even if he has never seen the place the Tribe once called home. Eventually, his parents passed on and he ended up at a Barn. Ofter that, he moved to live in NightClan. Endurance and a creative resourcefulness are what would have lead Stag to be a Cave-guard if he had been living in the Tribe. But in NightClan, Stag makes a pretty good Warrior. Still a better fighter than hunter; however, he is able to pull his weight in fresh-kill. Stag is connectedness when it comes to his mind and self. Cunning and aggressive when faced with a threat. Stag is more than will to place himself between a Clanmate and danger. Willing to risk his own life to protect another from harm or danger. A big fluffy white tom like himself can be very intimidating. It may come as a surprise to find out he often hangs around the Clan's kittens for a sense of renewal. Stag is loyal to the core. His pale pink nose is flat while his whiskers are long and white. A Persian cat. His gaze is a large grey-yellow, indicating that he can be curious at times. Stag is quick to defend his Clan-mate verbally and is very reasonable when it comes to discussions. Will often speak highly and in favor of other NightClan members. Strong and resilient. Stag is a cat who does not give up easily. Whether it be in a brawl or life, he will not go out without giving a good fight.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:50:49 GMT -5
Cloveleaf * former mc of mc Clothed in innocence. Draped in youth. Bathed in gentle naiveness. Believing that there is good in every cat. Cloveleaf strives to protect any cat in distress. She believes in exorcism. Wickedness is not a permit fixture in her opinion, but an ailment that with the right concoction, can be cured. Reversed. Cloveleaf is full of love towards cats of all sorts. Rich in her passion for other cats. She admires Medicine Cats and their ability to heal instead of destroy. However, Cloveleaf is content with the life of a Warrior for herself. She is anti-theft. Cloveleaf is always wanting to help out. Wanting to be the good in the world she wants to see. Wanting to be a friend to all. Befriend the outcasts and rebels. Swim downstream while the others swim upstream. A she-cat of strength and endurance. Once she has her heart sent on something, it is set in stone. Nothing will make her stop fighting. Not until she either succeeds or fails. Courageous when called upon. She is not they type to cower when a storm is brewing. Mysterious at times, Cloveleaf is not an easy cat to read. Her emotions are guarded closely and are never given away freely. Cloveleaf is eager for the day when she can have kits of her own. A very welcoming cat, Cloveleaf always welcomes outsiders and shows them hospitality. A passionate feline when it comes to success. She believes that it is a wealth only given when it is meant to be and is stolen when it is not meant to be. Cloveleaf has no desire for power and does not seek it. If anything, Cloveleaf can be very charming. A very stunning she-cat. Her pelt is a mix of different shades of sandy gold. The slightest hints of light bronze ginger tabby markings just barely dust her pelt. Cloveleaf's nose is a light pink while her whiskers are long and white. Her eyes are what really draw cats in. Like a mixture of molten gold and bronze has solidified around her two pupils.Born on the outskirts of MoonClan's territory, Cloveleaf's mother died giving birth to her and her siblings. They have never met their father. Cloveleaf was born to a litter of four. Consisting of her brother; Basilpelt, and two sisters; Sageblossom and Gingerflower. Cloveleaf is always striving to make her siblings happy above her own happiness. Faithful to the cats she is close to. Cloveleaf often roots deep, strong and lasting friendships. Tenacity and perseverance, Cloveleaf is not easily deterred from what she wants. Her mood is constantly changing and transforming, she is like the weather. When it comes to inner confidence, Cloveleaf has the right amount. Giving and nurturing. Cloveleaf never sets out for victory, nor failure. So that way, if she fails, she is not kicking herself over and if she wins, it makes it all the more joyous. Cloveleaf can see through any poor lie; however, whether or not she will act upon her vision is up to debate. A very determined she-cat when she does set her mind to something. Unlike most cats, Cloveleaf enjoys change. Patient and stable, Cloveleaf will make a fine mother or mentor when the times comes. Noble when it comes to her morals. Despite her lack of judgement, she is actually quite smart. Cloveleaf is a cat of connection and unity, she works better in a group than on her own. Eloquent and staunch. Cloveleaf is warmhearted and can adapt to any situation. However, she is no pushover. Bathed in gentle naiveness. Draped in youth. Clothed in innocence.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:51:55 GMT -5
Locketshimmer Unique in her own way. Locketshimmer could either be described as weird or wonderful. Growing up; and even know, she tried her best to distance herself from her blood kin. Mostly her siblings and mother. Growing closest to a she-cat named Littleheart. Despite having a perfectly good mother, Locketshimmer is constantly trying to impress her father, wanting nothing more than him to be a part of her life. The sentimental type, Locketshimmer will often keep the weirdest of things because oft their sedimental value. Only a few cats get to slither into Locketshimmer heart. Those cats she hold dearly, and close to her heart. Littleheart is one of those cats. Locketshimmer those have a possessive streak in her. As a kit, she didn't like to share her playthings or friends. As a fully-grown Warrior, she will not share the cats she loves dearly. At the very least, she puts up a good fight before at least giving a small bit. Secretive. Locketshimmer is skilled in the art of secrecy, keeping the tale locked up in her little mind of a vault. Very protective of those she loves and always feels like she must keep them safe and keep close to her. Although, she is known to emotionally letting go of cats when she loses faith in them. Never to look back. Locketshimmer is skilled in communication, and can use it for better or worse. From gossip to silver-tongued, Locketshimmer has not problem with either or.Locketshimmer is a true romantic, as her heart is under lock and key. Only one tom; the right tom, will ever steal her heart away. Locketshimmer is the kind of cat to turn her suffering into light. Being hurt, struck down and casting it out as light and love. A small, ornamental-like she-cat. Elegant, silver fur cloaked with black tabby markings. A pair of captivating, aqua blue eyes that draw cats to her. A soft grey nose with slim, medium length whiskers. Built for speed. Locketshimmer is a far better hunter than a fighter; however, she can and will hold her own in a brawl. Swift and fierce. Dark yet calm, in her own way. Quick witted and cunning, nothing slips past Locketshimmers razor sharp eyes. Noble to her own accords. Born to her mother; Lex, who was a Loner before she joined NightClan with Toysoldier, Gunpowder and Littleheart. Locketshimmer's father is Gunpowder. She was born to a little of four. Two brothers, Fatalflaws and Bulletricochet. One sister, Triggerkick. Nonetheless, Locketshimmer tries her best to not associate with them unless absolutely necessary. Locketshimmer is loyal to a point. It all depends what's on the line and who's on which side. Locketshimmer those have a soft, tremulous light that seems to shine within her. Soft when chatting with younger cats. At times, Locketshimmer can appear fragile and her will easily broken. Innocent in her smallness. She is not an easy cat to trick for she-cat see through almost any lie. Enjoys mystery and fear. Often quick to seek out a means to make her heart beat quicken. Locketshimmer is uncertain of whether or not she would like to become a mother one day when she is older. So, she is simply going to leave it to chance and see how things go.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:53:16 GMT -5
Raspberryfrost Soft spoken is an understatement for this she-cat. Perhaps a down-right scared-y cat. At least, she is that way around most of her Clanmates. She only opens up to her siblings and a few, very close friends. Raspberryfrost wasn't always like this. She hid it well from her siblings, for she felt like she must be strong for them. The last thing they needed was another burden. She grew up as a loner named Raspberry, so it is all she knows. Traveling with her siblings, in hopes that she could find them a safe place to live. Along the way, Raspberry got involved with an abusive relationship. Hiding it well from her siblings. Somewhere along the say, Raspberry became pregnant. At that point, Raspberry got enough of her mate's foolishness. After a fight, she drove him off but not without a price. The stress and the fighting and caused her to lose her kits. Since she never told her siblings about her pregnancy, they did not know of her loss nor the torment she went through. A moon or so after that, they came across MoonClan. Most of her siblings kept their loner name; however Raspberry wanted to keep the peace and show her gratitude by taking on a Warrior name. Raspberryfrost. Although she works extremely well with her littermates, Raspberryfrost shines when she works independently.Stiff and prickly when she is cornered or feeling confident. Protective of her siblings, she will forget her shyness in order to stand up for the cats she loves. Loving, kind and sweet. Raspberryfrost is a unique and fascinating she-cat who is out to please the cats around her. If anything was to set her off, it would be an evil spirited cat. Any cat who commits the greatest wrongs are the only cats Raspberryfrost would not give an inch too. She already had her fill of being a push over for a dark cat. Raspberryfrost can come off as delicate or fragile. In some ways, Raspberryfrost can be weak, but in other ways, she is anything else.Raspberryfrost is skilled at calming ruffled cats, and soothe's complaints. All thanks to her patience and slow fuse. Always on the look for some form of transformation. Raspberryfrost dislikes what she has become, and she wishes she could go back to who she was. A she-cat of energy and strength.Raspberryfrost is very picky and particular of who she hangs around with. In order to gain her trust, a cat must brave her thorny test. Her shyness, then her tongue. A wise she-cat who considers every side of an aspect carefully. Normally is gentle with others and treats them with care. A stunning she-cat. Tall, long-legged. Most of her pelt is a burnt caramel ginger while other parts of her fur is darker. Her ears, part of her legs, tail and face are a darker burnt colour. Her chin, part of her chest and tail tip are snow as white. Altogether, her pelt is soft and well-groomed. Her nose is a burnt brown colour while her whiskers a long, thin and white. Raspberryfrost's icy gaze is what earned her her warrior name. A crisp mix of an icy-blue and minty green. Born to a pair of unlikeable cats. Raspberryfrost is not too keen to share their names. However, she was born in a litter of six. Raspberryfrost was born the oldest. Her sisters are Strawberry and Cranberry. Her brothers are Huckleberry, Gooseberry and Blueberry. Raspberryfrost loves them all to pieces, even if they may be a bit annoying or hard to please at times. Raspberryfrost can have a bit of a chilling or dispiriting quality. She is normally slow to anger; however, when Raspberryfrost is angered, she is not a cat to mess with. Coldness and fragility. Raspberryfrost doesn't mind getting a little blood on her pelt or making another cat wail. She is very rigid in the idea tat she is a failure. She failed her unborn kits, she may have even failed her siblings by bringing them to MoonClan. Who knows who else she will fail. A very stinging she-cat when cornered.If Raspberryfrost can soothe a cat with words, then she can break one down just as quickly. At times, it may seem like Raspberryfrost lacks love when she is in that state. A very conscious cat, Raspberryfrost is always alert. Nothing slips past her. However, she is also a cat to daydream in her spare time. At the end of it, Raspberryfrost is a very difficult cat to talk to when she is in a particular mood. Eloquent in her words, they have to be Raspberryfrost's greatest skill. Adaptable to any environment; which is why, she is thriving in MoonClan and quite enjoys living in the Clan. Fast on her feet, and even faster mentally. A warmhearted she-cat with a strong moral. Raspberryfrost is a mysterious she-cat at times due to her silents. Staunch towards MoonClan, even if she was not born their. Raspberryfrost would give her life for her knew Clanmates just as she would anyof her siblings.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:56:40 GMT -5
Supremekit [ spirit ] Roleplayed by Δƨн Like a mountain, Surpremespirit is tall and unchanging. Leaving the rocks and boulders no other choice but to look up to him. Strong in both body and mind, it is clear that he is superior to most cat's in his age range. Not exactly the most important cat; however, when he is not around, he is often missed. Powerful in his own; humble, way. His statue may speak volumes of an overly confident tom; however, Supremespirit does not view himself more important or powerful than any other member of FallClan. If anything, he placed himself beneath them. Regardless, Supremespirit is known to be extremely courageous and brave when faced with difficult or fearful situations. Noble in a scene as he puts other's needs above his own. Determined to serve his Clan and blood-kin to the best of his abilities. Assertive in his actions. Once he has made a decision and has acted upon it, Supremespirit shows little remorse or regret towards it. Energetic and playful at times, Supremespirit isn't above and beyond getting involved with the politics of Kits and Apprentices. Supremespirit is more known by the skills he is good at compared to personality traits. Battle is his best physical skill where hunting and climbing are tied for his weakest abilities. Swimming is a huge no because of how much he fears water. Nonetheless, Supremespirit is formidable because of his determination to try and do his best in everything. Supremespirit's pelt is long and thick, marmalade ginger tabby tom with a white muzzle, chin, chest, tail tip and paw tips. His stunning gaze jumps out in contrast against his warm pelt. A handsome emerald green. He was named Supremekit due to appearing larger because of his thick pelt. Making come off as the 'supreme' kitten of the litter. As for his Warrior name; Supremespirit, he earned it by his personality and willingness to serve. Peace is hard to come by from Supremespirit, so he saviors the rare moments when every they present itself. Supremespirit is compassionate towards all cats; however, his heart is easily swayed when it comes between a clanmate or blood-kin. Son of Thorncrown; his mother and Sunblade, his father. Born to a litter of five which includes his brothers Regalheart and Goldenreign as well as Supremespirit's sisters Rosemaiden and Jewelmask. Supremespirit is far more caring and vigilant when it comes to his sisters, mostly because he trusts his brothers can take care of themselves. However, if they need his help to team up against another cat to two, Supremespirit is easily pulled into the gang mentality. That goes for all his siblings. Quiet at times. In those times, he proves to be dedicated and hard-working towards whatever task he is given to do. Kind to all, if a heated situation can be settled peacefully, then Supremespirit can be trusted to do just that when he is away from his siblings. If his siblings told him to fight, it is unclear on how well his mental will can stand up to it. Will it snap, or hold it's ground? Only time will tell.
Edited Apr 17, 2021 16:57:06 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre
Warning: Spelling and Grammar mistakes a head. I struggle with English, but try my best.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 17, 2021 16:57:41 GMT -5
PHANTOMKIT /legacy ash A ghost. Rarely, barely noticed. And he likes it that way. When Phantomlegacy was younger, he found it quite consuming. Drowning him in a sense that he didn't belong. That no-one loved him. As he grew, the idea slowly died out like any fire. Learning to cherish the life of being a phantom and avoid contact as much as possible. Perhaps his kit hood poisoned his imagination somehow, breaking his mind. Maybe he has grown from it. Phantomlegacy is not an easy cat to read. Often resorting to conversation with himself. A habit he picked up as a kit. Perhaps his lack of social interaction is a figment of his imagination. Often fretting on whether or not if he really is a ghost. His sanity often threatening to break. One of Phantomlegacy's best qualities is the one he hates most. Being quiet, it makes a cat a very good listener. Very few things slip through his ears. Often catching cats talking behind his back when they assume he is not listening. After all, if he is to fish-brained to speak, then he must not be very good at listening either. Giving him a reason to protect himself as best as he could. If they do not want to see him, that is fine with him. Phantomlegacy learned how to pay their game. They want him to be a ghost, so he is one. A common misconception about Phantomlegacy is that he is shy. Often accused of the notion; however, he is not shy, he is merely quiet. Not a calm, tranquil silents of star-filled night. But the silents of a seasoned hunter, stalking his prey. Shocking cats when they hear his voice. An elegant sounding voice that swirls with the cleverness of a fox. Not that they would pay attention, anyhow. He is just a dumb cat to them. However, he has been proven wrong before. Those few cats who do show kindness towards them, knows the real Phantomlegacy. Playful and peaceful. Not at all a monster of the night or a sniveling coward. A true cat. A one with heart and dignity. Not a very muscular tom; however, he doesn't need to be. Phantomlegacy is skilled at ambush hunting and fighting. A majority of his pelt is black; obviously while the rest is riddled with white markings. With a white blaze, muzzle, chin, and chest. Then his underbelly, paw-tips and tail tip. His nose is a soft pink while his whiskers are long and white. His gaze is an intelligent, bright blue. Fiercely protective of his siblings; especially, his sisters Sunlitdance and Dappledlight. Not as protective over his brother; however, is still willing to give Timberwolf a helping paw. Phantomlegacy has no idea who his parent are. Perhaps the lack of biological parents have caused him to turn out the way that he did? Nonetheless, Phantomlegacy is cunning and scenic. Not born to BrookClan but learned to love the water and hunt. Beautiful but deadly. Maybe oneday he could live up to his full potential.
Edited Apr 17, 2021 16:58:13 GMT -5 By CreativeFyre