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Post by peachesnpanda on Mar 27, 2021 19:25:13 GMT -5
Emberkit (bush)- PeachesN'Panda The color of Emberbushes fur reflects the color of dying embers. He is a large, broad tom with eyes that resemble the color of pirate's gold. Emberbush has unpredictable mood swings that renders his ability to make and keep friends very slim. Even as a kit the tom had the tendency to switch from angry to happy in a moments notice. The only being that has kept him from physically fighting others has been his twin sister Flameheart. To him Flameheart is his world and she keeps him grounded in the sane world. rank: Kit for the mate log: gender - Male; sexual orientation- Asexual; mate - Nope
Flamekit (heart)- PeachesN'Panda Gentle as the rain that drains into ponds and rivers Flameheart is the opposite of her twin brother. She is calm, kind, and often found by her brother's side to keep him grounded. Because of her gentle and kind soul others tend to like her despite her brother's "moods". She is a lighter orange tabby, more like the flames rising above the embers. Flameheart has dazzling emerald eyes with flecks of gold. Despite her gentle and sweet appearances Flameheart is a fiesty she-cat and will protect those closest to her heart. rank: Kit for the mate log: gender - Female; sexual orientation - Heterosexual; mate -Nope
ASHENKIT / dove - woof The clan's oldest stars have preserved themselves within her family for eons, connecting Ashendove to a lineage she could never hope to live up to. Far more timid than intrepid and shy where she should be sanguine, she won't delude herself into thinking she will be the next one to carry on the legacy, though her beating heart yearns for it deep down. Green-eyed and lithe, she's shrouded in fur the pitch of smoke invading the night, waves of dark tendrils of varying blackness cloaking her down to her little feet, two of which are a contrasting white. kit
Pantherclaw x Sam Litter Frostedkit, Shadedkit, Sparrowkit, Crowkit
SPARROWKIT - pao There are few cats who can say they have such a strong family history. When you are raised being told of greatness, of grandparent, aunts, uncles, and many, many others have achieved such amazing things like leadership and healing, then it sets you up to follow in their pawsteps. For clearly is so much greatness has come before you, then you too must be destined for it! But Sparrowkit is nothing like them. This poor tom will never achieve anything of greatness, nothing to brag about, and fears the days his mother realizes this when anyone in his family realizes this. He is the black sheep of the family, the one who will be only ever subpar at best. Don't get him wrong, he tries, but even he has to admit that the idea of living up to all that greatness is overwhelming. How did everyone else before them do this? His litter is basically famous for its ties to so many leaders, their uncle is the medicine cat for crying out loud! So much is expected of them, their every move seems to be watched. And all Sparrowkit can do is fail at each step, get up, and try again. He's slow, but the determination is there. Well, maybe i's more the pressure of expectation than determination. But he's decided he will be a warrior, even if he's not a great one. Mediocre is okay, right? Not everyone can be greatness walking. Right? It will have to be for this white chested, brown tabby tom. For even his appearance is mediocre and normal, just plain average. The most unique thing about him would be the bits of green in his golden-amber eyes. Or maybe it's the few areas of grey in his brown fur. Either way, they're only reminders of what he should be, of what everyone expects from him that he can never achieve. rank: kit for the mate log: male - undetermined - single litter they are apart of: Ashenkit, Frostedkit, Crowkit, Shadedkit. Mom is Pantherclaw
Post by Whitemuzzle on Mar 30, 2021 16:14:51 GMT -5
CROWKIT /frost - Whitemuzzle
A black tom with just a hint of tabby striping on his tail. He has a white muzzle, bib, and belly and three white feet. Pale green eyes with some golden flecks adorn his head. He descends from a long line in SummerClan starting with his ancestor, Graystar. Pantherclaw, his mother, was born to Gentlebreeze whose father was Bonefang. His father was Hawkstar and mother was Ravenstar. Hawkstar’s father was Windstorm, son of Graystar. Because of Crowfrost’s serious personality, he can tend to live up to his name. Gruff, serious, and loyal are three words that can be used to describe him. He’s a cat who wants to follow all the rules and make everyone else around him do so as well. Loyalty to SummerClan, his family, and clanmates is foremost in his mind. He’d risk his life to save any one of them. Mother- Pantherclaw, Father - Sam (a kittypet), Brothers - Shadedkit and Sparrowkit, Sisters - Ashendove and Frostedkit.
RANK: Kit
MATE LOG: Tom - heterosexual - no mate
Edited Mar 30, 2021 16:20:20 GMT -5 By Whitemuzzle
Name- Bluekit {autumn} - TigerClover bio-sole female in the litter, she was born with grey fur boarding on the edge of a blue tone, and the eyes of her father which are a soft pale green with a hint of amber in them. She’s the devil incarnate. Not one to be trifled with, she is the bully of her brothers but their greatest protector all the same. She does not stand for injustice or nonsense and will bully her way through with claws out if needed. Besides, only she gets to pick on her crybaby brothers! Often her and the you heat can be found battling it out. Verbal arguments, never anything physical. It’s developed into screaming matches before, and that tends to be the loudest anyone hears the youngest get. The middle child is usually the one to break them up and send the two to opposite sides of camp to cool off. Even calling Blueautumn a hot head. rank- Kit gender -Female sexual orientation - straight
FROSTEDKIT / clover - seekingchange A small grey tabby shecat with brown webbing throughout her fur, concentrated in her face. It looks as though someone dipped her in snow, as all four of her paws are white. She also has a splash of white on her chest. When you look into her golden brown eyes, you can see echoes of her kittypet father. She gained them from him. Frostedclover loves her litter mates fiercely, as well as her mother. She is proud of her heritage, and she soaks in all of the stories she can. Frostedclover is a sponge in many other ways as well. She's happy and quick to learn, with a sharp and witty tongue. rank: kit female- bisexual- single apart of Pantherclaw's litter
(i promise she'll be further developed! I just need to get a feel for her first)
EVENINGKIT / lily - ian A dainty white she-cat with long furs that often hide the fact that she is incredibly thin and lithe. Because of her thick fur, she appears to be an almost .... normal sized feline, but if she had short, thin fur, it would be clear that she would be borderline tiny. The second youngest of the first Crow and Orchiddrop litter, Eveninglily is a rather... odd cat. Known for her eccentric interests, she can often be found doing strange tasks like collecting snails. She's got an airy manner about her, and half of her personality is rooted in this vague floatiness. Prone to meltdowns if things don't go exactly her way, Eveninglily also has inherreted her mother's worrisome nature. This often leaves her at odds with her other, more adventurous siblings. A very loving feline, although she can't help but to show it in strange ways, like collecting treasures and giving them to her beloved. kit female / bisexual / single
IGZIQ - stardance The sun sets on a world of pain and agony and ushers in a night of suffering and fear. It is quite relaxing, isn't it? The stench, or aroma, of fear everywhere, the sticky traces of blood on the walls. It soothes her soul. Her attraction for the substance was no fault of her own. Much to her father’s displeasure, she grew up in the League at the dawn of the New Order. Her mother embraced the changes and did not hesitate to teach her the ways of the League. Being a kitten, she went along with it and set herself on a path to being a killer among killers; however, her father had other plans. Shortly before her promotion to a trainee, her father stood up to her mother. The exchange of words escalated into an exchange of tooth and claw. The fight was short, but the damage was permanent. She watched her mother bleed out before her very own eyes. The frightening part to her was the raw emotion her mother still had. It was love for her child and her killer, and her father looked no different. They had both wanted the best for her, but their love for her destroyed each other. It was a sight she will never forget. In a panic, her father sent her away from the League, only whispering a few frantic words to her before sending the young cat away with her current name. For her development, such an outcome was perfect. She developed cunning and diligence with her mother but learned almost all the rest on her own and during her time in Absum Lux. She is not a ruthless killer, rather a tactical one. Deaths inspire fear, but after some point each successive kill will weaken the effect. By killing tactically, death is a messenger and never loses its sting, but that doesn’t mean she hates to kill. She enjoys it to some degree but understands that it is a tool before anything else. The distinction separates her from her birth clan, something she is proud of. She has killed and conned in the past, but that’s where she prefers to keep it. Her past as a loner is far behind her, infinitely more so with the League. She does her best to make sure almost no one knows where she’s from. She has always been inquisitive, eager to learn what makes something tick. That core personality gives way to other more layered parts of the she-cat. She is prideful of her work, perhaps more so than she should be. The numerous cruel things she has done and seen made her numb to all emotions. She sees things plainly. No attachments. No nonreal variables. Love is fleeting to the she-cat. She can never find herself emotionally attached to anyone for any sizable period time. By no means does the she-cat not care for anyone, but the root of it lies in logic rather than emotion. She inherited her father's Bengal ancestry, so her fur has dark spots and splashes like any Bengal, but her beauty lies in her auburn undertones. Her eyes are a vibrant sea blue. Her gaze is often unreadable but full of purpose. There is a three centimeter long scar just above her left eye from a particularly violent experiment. A triangle with a circle inscribed inside of it was carved into her chest prominently as well. Her emotions numbed, who knows where she will go, what she will do. Ousted from the Coalition, the she-cat wandered for a long time. Now she has returned to finish what she started. She is the Huntress, or she was. That name, but not its secrets, fell into the past as she settled down in DayClan for the time being. Having grandkits drew her away to SummerClan. rank: Warrior for the mate log: Female - Bisexual - Single
Post by biyuu ☆彡 on Apr 9, 2021 6:47:20 GMT -5
OCEANKIT / glow - biyuu A black-furred tom with deep blue eyes. Oceanglow daydreams through life, hiding an eccentric personality deep under a perpetually spaced-out expression and a sometimes disarmingly-quiet temperament. He has very little filter and is prone to randomly blurting out weird, screwed-up thoughts, sometimes not even realising he's saying them out loud. He drifts through life aimlessly, living strictly in the moment and never thinking forward. The son of Crow and Orchiddrop. kit male / bi / single
SPARROWKIT - pao There are few cats who can say they have such a strong family history. When you are raised being told of greatness, of grandparent, aunts, uncles, and many, many others have achieved such amazing things like leadership and healing, then it sets you up to follow in their pawsteps. For clearly is so much greatness has come before you, then you too must be destined for it! But Sparrowkit is nothing like them. This poor tom will never achieve anything of greatness, nothing to brag about, and fears the days his mother realizes this when anyone in his family realizes this. He is the black sheep of the family, the one who will be only ever subpar at best. Don't get him wrong, he tries, but even he has to admit that the idea of living up to all that greatness is overwhelming. How did everyone else before them do this? His litter is basically famous for its ties to so many leaders, their uncle is the medicine cat for crying out loud! So much is expected of them, their every move seems to be watched. And all Sparrowkit can do is fail at each step, get up, and try again. He's slow, but the determination is there. Well, maybe i's more the pressure of expectation than determination. But he's decided he will be a warrior, even if he's not a great one. Mediocre is okay, right? Not everyone can be greatness walking. Right? It will have to be for this white chested, brown tabby tom. For even his appearance is mediocre and normal, just plain average. The most unique thing about him would be the bits of green in his golden-amber eyes. Or maybe it's the few areas of grey in his brown fur. Either way, they're only reminders of what he should be, of what everyone expects from him that he can never achieve. rank: kit for the mate log: male - undetermined - single litter they are apart of: Ashenkit, Frostedkit, Crowkit, Shadedkit. Mom is Pantherclaw
I noticed some errors in his bio. Just grammar and spelling ones so I'm gonna reuploaded here. Sparrowkit Bio - There are few cats who can say they have such a strong family history. When you are raised being told of greatness, of grandparent, aunts, uncles, and many, many others have achieved such amazing things like leadership and healing, then it sets you up to follow in their pawsteps. For clearly if so much greatness has come before you, then you too must be destined for it! But Sparrowkit is nothing like them. This poor tom will never achieve anything of greatness, nothing to brag about, and fears the days his mother realizes this, when anyone in his family realizes this. He is the black sheep of the family, the one who will be only ever subpar at best. Don't get him wrong, he tries, but even he has to admit that the idea of living up to all that greatness is overwhelming. How did everyone else before them do this? His litter is basically famous for its ties to so many leaders, their uncle is the medicine cat for crying out loud! So much is expected of them, their every move seems to be watched. And all Sparrowkit can do is fail at each step, get up, and try again. He's slow, but the determination is there. Well, maybe it's more the pressure of expectation than determination. But he's decided he will be a warrior, even if he's not a great one. Mediocre is okay, right? Not everyone can be greatness walking. Right? It will have to be for this white chested, brown tabby tom. For even his appearance is mediocre and normal, just plain average. The most unique thing about him would be the bits of green in his golden-amber eyes. Or maybe it's the few areas of grey in his brown fur. Either way, they're only reminders of what he should be, of what everyone expects from him that he can never achieve.
Warning: Spelling and Grammar mistakes a head. I struggle with English, but try my best.
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Post by CreativeFyre on Apr 13, 2021 21:28:03 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 female- unknown- not looking
SHADOWREPRIEVE- ian An anxious cat, one who finds herself withdrawn more often than she doesn't. Large groups overwhelm her, as does most things. Shadowreprieve is a nervous cat, one who is very particular in getting things done the right way the first time. She can't handle negative feedback, which has made her into a master perfectionist who does not attempt things that she doesn't think she will be naturally good at. She doesn't handle her emotions very well, which means that even when she doesn't mean to, she can be explosive if things don't go the way she expects. This is because surprises trigger her anxiety; she'd prefer to know exactly what to expect. A small dark grey tabby whose only connection to SummerClan's traditional look is her light amber eyes. rank: garden keeper for the mate log: female - bisexual - none
CRANEKIT - pao She is the last of the litter, the youngest of the late Featherstorm and the sole survivor of the whitecough that took the rest of her siblings. Cranekit is small in size, light but solid grey in color with the eyes of dying grass. She's a determined little thing and stubborn as can be, as expected of someone who survived their bout with whitecough at such a young age. While Featherstorm, her mother, and her two litter mates, Stormkit and Falconkit, died from the illness, she survived, and for that, the little she-cat thinks she's destined for greatness. Specifically as the next medicine cat of the clan. Oh, how wrong she is. Cranekit thinks that just because one survives an illness like whitecough as kit, that they must be destined to hold the position of medicine cat. But she never will. Her belief in StarClan may be strong, her determination strong, but she is not fit for the role and thus will never be chosen. Now if only the grey she-cat would accept that. Cranekit is bitter, jealous, and resentful that another was chosen for the role she believes belongs to her. Don't they see how nice she is? How caring and kind? They see her, just not the her she wants them too. The clan doesn't see her as caring and kind, sweet and nice and perfect for the role. No, they see the true Cranekit who is jealous, bitter, determined, fakes her niceness, competitive by nature, and sarcastic. While she may love her family, her clan, and the ocean in their territory, Cranekit is not a candidate to ever be a medicine cat and she refuses to accept that fact. rank: kit for the mate log: female - undetermined - single
HOWLINGHEART - ian They say grief changes a man. In Howlingheart's case, this is particularly true. Born Ravenkit, Howlingheart was once a happy tom without a care in the world. That all changed, though, when his sister, Foxpaw, died. A happy childhood soon became a memory, and grief consumed him, so much so that after the tragedy occured, he requested that he was renamed to Howlingheart for how his heart screamed in unceasing agony the moment they put Foxpaw in the ground. He feels as though he lost the most that day: His sister, dead; his brother, gone; and his mother, he can see the way she looks at him, with sorrow in her eyes, and knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she wishes he was the one they lost. He drifted from the family after that, but nowadays has a close bond with Southernskies, who has made it his prerogative to be the father his son needs. He loves SummerClan and strives to do his best as a Garden Keeper, priding himself in becoming a master of his craft and elaborately decorating the territory he loves. Howlingheart is a silver-eyed furry red tabby with splashes of white across his chest and underside. rank: garden keeper for the mate log: male - bisexual - single
