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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Sept 25, 2017 20:29:08 GMT -5
Trust me, We are excited to have you!
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Post by Eveningshadow on Sept 28, 2017 18:44:51 GMT -5
User Name: Eveningshadow Name: Eclipse of the Blood Moon Gender: Female Age: 4 Caeruleum moons Size:3 inches Pelt Color: She has an ebony-hued coat, one that is similar to a crow's. When exposed to moonlight, Blues and dark purples shimmer out from under the black. Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Her color is Bright Red, in the patterns of tabby stripes on her paws and tail. Eye Color: Bright red, matching her bioluminescence. Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Skinny and lean, Eclipse is an especially compact cat, which allows her to be very fast and nimble. She has a thin tail with small paws and short fur, with short claws. Position: Kit (Tribal Runner) Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A Kits (Optional): N/A Personality: Eclipse is usually introverted, but she has a quick wit, and is not afraid to give and recieve orders and see them carried out. She is usually quiet and kind, though she can tend to be snarky at times. History (Optional): Unknown Pet (Optional): N/A Code: We are the fireflies Other: Littermate to Leaf That Dances in Wind
User Name: Eveningshadow Name: Leaf That Dances in Wind Gender: Male Age: 4 Caeruleum moons Size: 8.6 inches Pelt Color: Leaf has a dark, Gingerbread-colored pelt. Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Leaf has Light Cyan lines on his face, with a large Luxta leaf running down his back. (assuming the leaves are the same as the Redwood trees.) Eye Color: Electric Blue Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): He is large and slightly built, with large paws and shaggy fur. Position: Kit (Healer) Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A Kits (Optional):N/A Personality: Despite his large size, he is very gentle and has a big heart. He is suprisingly graceful, though his size makes him bump into things from time to time. History (Optional): Unknown Pet (Optional): N/A Code: We are the fireflies Other: Littermate to Eclipse of the Blood Moon
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Sept 28, 2017 18:46:17 GMT -5
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Sept 28, 2017 19:25:17 GMT -5
Eveningshadow , you are approved! Welcome to the tribe! I will post your characters shortly. You can go ahead and RP. Do you need a summary or was Mystic about to give you one?
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Post by Eveningshadow on Sept 28, 2017 19:35:21 GMT -5
She gave me one, thanks~!
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Sept 28, 2017 19:47:15 GMT -5
Awesome! Thanks, Mystic!
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 28, 2017 20:33:27 GMT -5
User Name: Ivythorn Name: Fire that pounces and circles Gender: Female Age: roughly 2 1/2 Spes Moons Size: 1.9 ft Pelt Color: Dark ginger tabby Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Her luminescence is a bright red colour that run down her spine and head in a thick stripe. Eye Color: Amber eyes Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Fire is a tall, strong she cat with large ears. She has short fur that she keeps very tidy. Position: Queen (used to be a fighter) Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): Looking for a mate! Kits (Optional): expecting kits Personality: Fire is a cocky, mouthy she cat. She loves fighting and being a fighter, and contrary to her tempermental, angry nature loves kits and apprentices, and loves showing them how to fight. She loves the sound of her own voice, and loves big groups and action. History (Optional): n/a Pet (Optional): n/a Code: We Are The Fireflies Other: She is expecting kits, and is both exited for her kittens to be born and missing her duties as a fighter.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Sept 28, 2017 20:45:31 GMT -5
Hi, ivythorn! Your character looks good! However, you still need to create a tom in order to be accepted. Unless you plan on RPing one of the kits (and it must be a tom-kit)? Also, as for the mate, is she looking for a new mate, or is the mate the father of the kits?
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 28, 2017 21:10:57 GMT -5
(could I rp one of the tom kits when they are born? I was looking for an existing mate, but if no one wants to do that the father doesn't have to be revealed!)
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Sept 28, 2017 21:21:54 GMT -5
ivythorn, you are approved! Welcome to the tribe! You can go ahead and RP. I will add your character shortly. As for the mate, you can go ahead and ask if anyone wants to on the page. You might want to give it about a day for someone to reply to it. If not, we can figure something out!
Current Plot: Fog that Never Ends and Ash of Dying Flame stumbled upon a group of ganoks in the territory. While Fog went to distract them, Ash warned the tribe. Season of the Stars lead a patrol to fight off the ganoks. In the fight, Season lost a life and Ash was badly hurt. Season returned to camp with most of the patrol. However, Bramble that Captures Thorns lead a small patrol to find Fog. When they found him, it was revealed that the ganoks had taken a kit from its mother. But it was just any kit, it was a pellum kit! A type of cat thought to have been extinct generations ago. It is unknown what will happen when they reach camp.
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Post by ivythorn on Sept 28, 2017 21:23:28 GMT -5
Okay Thanks!
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Sept 28, 2017 21:24:30 GMT -5
You're welcome! Glad for you to join the family!
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Asexual
ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע
"This wasn't a vicious beast, but an intelligent, gentle creature."
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Post by ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע on Oct 4, 2017 15:39:12 GMT -5
User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Name: Cold Verglas over Polished Stone Gender: Male Age: 6 Caeruleum moons Size: 1.5 feet Pelt Color: Lilac gray by nature, this male has an odd and rare colorant amongst felines, as the specified pigmentation is more pastel than most. It is, however, not terribly soft-hued, considering light colorations have been bred out of the gene pool, courtesy to the how it would otherwise counteract his bioluminescence. Ergo, his coat is passably Stygian, if not borderline light-toned.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Commencing at the dorsal side of his neck, an arctic blue - going into white - line streaks through his spine, ultimately dissipating at the base of his tail. Directly below this prominent dash comes concentrated specks of the same tint that resembles powdered snow. Eventually concluding at the stomach region, the lower these flecks go, the more spaced they become to each other, assuming the impression of snowfall.
Eye Color: His eyes are of a vivid shamrock shade, speckled with a pretty mint green.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Charming does not do Verglas justice. Perhaps the term gorgeous would better suit the rendition of his exterior, which appropriately stems from his constant ministering to his beauteous needs. The male grooms any opportunity he can procure - preferably every hour or so - to ensure his fleece is well-kempt and satiny for exhibit. These preening sessions ensure that his pristine fleece cascades down his figure in exquisite strands, which often insinuates to a svelte build. In truth, however, the male is actually quite strapping - if not his profusion of fur, his sinewy external would be difficult to overlook. Nevertheless, this well-built frame permits him leave to brag and swank over such chiseled proportions, a gasconade that is routinely executed to beguile the females with smooth struts and calculated winks.
Position: Fighter trainee
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Kits (Optional): N/A
Personality: With a lilting French accent and an ego to match, Verglas is a tad on the narcissistic spectrum - what with his constant conceited remarks, evident self-admiration, and overall pomposity. He vaingloriously regards himself as the crème de la crème of his aptitude, despite his especially easygoing demeanor which, in turn, prompts a moderately slothful nature. Sequentially, he'd rather loaf about in idle bliss than engage in any sort of onerous service. This placid behavior also lends to his desire not to bother with arguments vis-à-vis himself; in fact, jibes directed toward him - no matter how great their severity - are met with the self-ingrained philosophy that insults are merely flawed forms of flattery. He does, however, luxuriate in assuming the role of arbitrator when contretemps involve third parties: it allows for a sly, yet reputable way of learning risqué canards firsthand. Equipped with a silver tongue and a gregarious nature, he is renown for his coquettish comportment. Although not necessarily a philanderer, he is known to trifle with affections through means of ludic repartees and suave adulations. These amorous bon mots differ between feline to feline and, depending on the individual’s personality, can range between sounding chivalrous and debonair to downright scandalous and ribald. Most of the time, however, his flirtatious badinages are simply practices to impishly coquet others - therefore they should not always be taken as a serious move to woo.
History (Optional): A high percentage of his striking vogue and coy behavior is inherited from Isorm that Soars through Storm, which is, unbeknownst to Verglas, his sire. In fact, the male believes exactly what the the Tribe does - that the ebony fighter had been out one day and discovered a hapless kit in need. In reality, however, Isorm had been furtively courting a rogue that would constantly frequent the territory. Although the initial intent was to elope, their idea was foiled when the female nomad became pregnant - ultimately birthing a son. Deciding it best for her heir to mature in a safe environment, she tearfully gave Verglas up to his father and, as to not pose as more of a distraction, agreed to forever vacate the tribe’s fief.
Pet (Optional): N/A
Other: As he’s so habituated with keeping a dapper profile, anything unhygienic is met with the utmost scorn. This contempt includes blood, which is odd considering his future rank as a fighter.
& User Name: ᔕɿɱƿՆעᗰעς੮ע Name: Faraway Nebula where Stars are Born Gender: Female Age: 5 Caeruleum moons Size: 7.5 inches Pelt Color: Her plush fleece is a prepossessing category of blue, coupled with something of a silvery tinge that exudes a shimmer when exposed to a certain frequency of light.
Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Magenta decorates her slender limbs in patterns of attenuated nimbus clouds, additional star-like specks associating these designs. The same is to note with her rather downy tail.
Eye Color: A conspicuous cyan pigment tinges her optics, vividly highlighting the entirety of her visage.
Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): By no hesitation winsome - inveigling, glamorous features have been doled with unimpaired ease throughout the aggregate of her fragile figure. Discoid orbs, set buried within their sockets, issue a timorous smolder. She has a sylphlike physique, one that assists with her agility. Her coat is fairly curt and twines at the edges, giving her a more or so fascinating twist to her profile. Her members are lissome yet somewhat lanky, though the particular aspect is curiously not unappealing. If anything, it compliments her overall svelte build. She stands daintily on bijou paws and, as a result, one would expect strides as regal as a queen. Ah, but alas, her cranium is generally tilted downward, gaze trained intently upon the ground so as to avoid eye contact. She totters when walking as though her paws are hefty with bulk when, in reality, they are lightweight features of hers. True to form, her ears crease backward as she endeavors to have herself look as compact as feasible.
This does not stand factual when she’s running, however, as she abruptly perks up with a newfound alertness. Her frame transitions to how it should be - dignified and comely. She races with spurts of incredible momentum which has her appear as a scintillating blur. Her paws barely scathe the ground and, considering their size, is only natural. This has her achieve hushed feats, like slinking past predators, unnoticed. She also seems to have an excessive amount of stamina as she can sprint minutes on end without decelerating. This could be the result of indirectly storing her energy at camp, bearing in mind that she does not commonly socialize; so she practically does nothing unless assigned a task.
Position: Kit
Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): N/A
Kits (Optional): N/A
Personality: Pusillanimous and neurotic in essence, Nebula is more prone to social isolation and disorganized behavior than most. This originates from her irrational fear of being stalked or abducted, a delusion stemmed by a traumatic event in her childhood, rendering her basically motherless and without siblings. It has caused her to become hyper-vigilant of her surroundings, making her quite skittish when disturbed, and fidgety when exposed to sudden, loud noises. Courtesy to these anxieties, she uses stuttering mumbles as means to communicate with others, but that is not to say the usage of stable - yet quiet - speech has not been occasionally observed. In fact, the fashion of which she speaks is all dependent on the opposing individual's affiliation. Paranoia is the primary root of her stress, which can overload her psychosis and frequently lead to mental breakdowns and panic attacks. Typically when she perceives an onset of one of these conditions, she’ll attempt to distract herself through jogging - an athletic activity that she's proven to be incredibly skilled at. These cardiovascular exercises are great tools to pare tension, but unfortunately not completely extirpate them. After an aerobic session, she'll temporarily perk up slightly, emerging out from within her shell. In this phase, she's fairly content and carefree - a sad reminder of what could've been if not traumatized.
History (Optional): Birthed by her dam, Gunpi, Nebula was born to a litter of four healthy kits. The happy family was short-lived, however, as she, along with her siblings and mother, soon went missing due to unknown causes. Bramble - her surrogate father - toiled tirelessly to find his missing family. Accompanied by fleets of patrols, Nebula was the only one found days later. No trace of her sibs or maternal parent were ever recovered.
Pet (Optional): N/A
Other: N/A
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Post by ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ on Oct 18, 2017 12:02:09 GMT -5
(Well I finally finished them and honestly, I'm not too satisfied but oh well ^.^' If there's something wrong with the forms let me know) Username: ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ Name: Jalrie that Prances Through the Trees (Jalrie) Gender: Female Age: 2.7 Spec moons Size: 1.7 feet tall Pelt Color: Gray with black spots, like the markings of a savannah cat. Bioluminescence: Thin, white markings that stretch up her legs and around her tail. They are slightly jagged and appear almost like lightning wrapping around her. Eye color: light silver Extra description: She is quite slim, her physique built for running. She’s has around the same height and body type that a typical savannah cat would have, for reference. Position: Tribe Runner Mate: None but open/looking Kits: none Personality: Jalrie is a free spirit, and would love nothing more than to explore the land. Though not a hunter, she has always wondered how she would fare with that job. She is good at the responsibilities she has though, she is swift, and loves running. She also takes a great interest in the flora, which makes sense because she has to identify them and bring them back to the healers. History: None Pet: None Code: We are the fireflies (huehuehue I read the rules) Name: Fang that Glints in the Moonlight (Fang) Gender: Male Age: 5.5 Spec moons old Size: 2 feet tall Pelt Color: Black with slightly lighter shade markings like on a bobcat Bioluminescence: Orange markings that stretch down his pelt and around his face like stripes. They are not very bright. Eye color: Deep amber Extra Description: He has the build and body shape of a typical bobcat, for reference. Position: Loner Mate: None Kits: None Personality: Fang usually puts his survival before anyone else's. Living on his own has made him lonely, and although he secretly longs for some company, he refuses it, too wary of strangers to get close to them. He does, however, like to observe the goings of the tribe. Whether they know of his presence or not, he doesn’t care. History: Nothing yet, I’ll probably make it up as I go Pet: None
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Oct 18, 2017 12:07:34 GMT -5
ᴀᴄʜʀᴏᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ, you are approved! Welcome to the Tribe! You can go ahead and RP. I will add your characters shortly. BTW, Fang doesn't need to have a tribal name if he is a loner. That is up to you though!
Current Plot: Fog that Never Ends and Ash of Dying Flame stumbled upon a group of ganoks in the territory. While Fog went to distract them, Ash warned the tribe. Season of the Stars lead a patrol to fight off the ganoks. In the fight, Season lost a life and Ash was badly hurt. Season returned to camp with most of the patrol. However, Bramble that Captures Thorns lead a small patrol to find Fog. When they found him, it was revealed that the ganoks had taken a kit from its mother. But it was just any kit, it was a pellum kit! A type of cat thought to have been extinct generations ago. Season decided to accept the kit into the tribes care. However, she is not part of the tribe. She was named Fire that Sings to the Air.
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Post by roboticpandacat on Nov 5, 2017 15:39:06 GMT -5
User Name: roboticpandacat Name*: Sky of Joyous Sun (Sky) Gender: Male Age**: He is 2.11 Spes moons old. Size***: Sky is 1.8 feet tall. Pelt Color: A soft pelage of grey-blue coats Sky, while the grey tint of the fur is hidden in the darkness. Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Lemon colored vines wrap around Sky’s visage and ears, constricting around his muzzle with small foliage growing from the vines. He has a Healer mark the shape of a Sol Ruptis on his left shoulder. Eye Color: His optics of aqua hue emphasize the tomcat’s endearing gaze and blue coat. Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Sky has an overall attractive appearance. He has long, slender limbs and a thin build. Bereft of much strength, the Healer relies on his legs and small physique to escape from danger. Sky’s large, trusting eyes makes for a soft gaze, as the Healer uses frequently. His tail is a bit longer than most, and it is fluffier than the rest of his sleek pelt. Position****: Healer Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): Looking, has a crush on Mist Where Little Animals Play. Kits (Optional): None. Personality: Sky is a very optimistic cat, and almost always has a grin on his face. The tom is very frivolous, but he still completes his duties as a Healer of the Tribe. Despite being a hardworking Healer with a whole Tribe to oversee, Sky does not exhibit any stressed behavior. In fact, he handles his large amount of work with enthusiasm. History (Optional): N/A Pet (Optional): N/A Code: (this necessary? im a member) Other: His goal is to make Morning laugh. Wildfire* - 🦉 _
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Nov 6, 2017 14:46:39 GMT -5
Hey, Robo! Looking good! But what exactly is his coat color? Dark blues? And he needs a healer mark too. And OMG! He has a crush on Stream!
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Post by roboticpandacat on Nov 6, 2017 16:37:03 GMT -5
Sorry if I was too vague! His color is similar to Butterfly's grey-blue, and I added a Healer mark.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Nov 6, 2017 18:25:06 GMT -5
Alright! You are good! I will add Sky soon!
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Nov 14, 2017 17:41:44 GMT -5
Meyme the protector
Name- River running through forest Gender- male Age: 1.7 spec moons Size- 2.3 feet Pelt color- very dark coco tabby. Bioluminescence- green venenum-shape luminescence through out body. Eye- purple shade.
Extra description- he is an hunky feline with a angular face. His head is slightly long like dog's. His torso sits delicately on his luscious pelt. He has large paws and a wide face. He is barrel chest and super muscular, but really careful where he steps.
Position- Protector
Mate- used to have wife called Wyfi.
Kits- none
Personality- he's extra and likes calling the attention of people. He’s a narcissistic, egotistical, and temperamental cat that he conceals beneath a happy welcoming face. He has a welcoming face that draws people with him due to his extroverted demeanor. He likes to lighten the tension, but is secretly the cause of it because he is somewhat crazy, but keeps it under wraps.
History- he has a dark history because his mate died.
Code- we are the fireflies
Other- (I rly hope u accept me!!! Been rly looking forward to join!!!! Also can I have Brook?)
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Nov 15, 2017 11:55:41 GMT -5
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Nov 15, 2017 11:56:23 GMT -5
Hi, nygmobblepot! I just got done looking over your character. Unfortunately, I will need to ask you to re-read the rules please! River has to have a dark colored coat so orange tabby isn't approved. But a dark orange/ dark brown would be ok! And by frog luminescence, do you mean the same markings that the venenum has? Or frog-shaped markings? And what color is it? And while I like the descriptions of the character, I'm a little confused? Moist pelt? Does that mean a glossy pelt? Currently, I am RPing Brook for a little plot drama. XD But once I get you approved, I would be happy to let you try her out and see how you like it!
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Bisexual
nygmobblepot
"I can be humorous, but I'm never funny. What am I?"
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Post by nygmobblepot on Nov 15, 2017 12:02:14 GMT -5
Wildfire* - 🦉 i think i did it!! can u look. Thank you for your consideration.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Nov 16, 2017 16:14:08 GMT -5
nygmobblepot , you are approved! Welcome to the Tribe! I will add you character shortly. You can go ahead and RP. Once Brook is available, I can hand her over to you!
Current Plot: Fog that Never Ends and Ash of Dying Flame stumbled upon a group of ganoks in the territory. While Fog went to distract them, Ash warned the tribe. Season of the Stars lead a patrol to fight off the ganoks. In the fight, Season lost a life and Ash was badly hurt. Season returned to camp with most of the patrol. However, Bramble that Captures Thorns lead a small patrol to find Fog. When they found him, it was revealed that the ganoks had taken a kit from its mother. But it was just any kit, it was a pellum kit! A type of cat thought to have been extinct generations ago. Season decided to accept the kit into the tribes care. However, she is not part of the tribe. She was named Fire that Sings to the Air. Fog agreed to take care of the kit.
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Post by Mᴏᴏɴ - - on Nov 16, 2017 21:42:54 GMT -5
Wildfire* - 🦉 ;; Decided to make a new kitty~ If there's anything I need to change, I'll do it. <3
Also, I almost forgot to check with you if her having a rare Micro Dragon as a pet is okay. And I know they don't look completely like Eastern dragons, although that's how I used to envision them. So, I can always edit Xiang's description/name, if needed!
Username: Mᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇ06 - - Name: Bashe Baring Venomous Fangs (Bashe) Gender: Female Age: She is 10 Caeruleum moons old. Size: She is 1.11 feet tall. Pelt Color: The entirety of her pelt is black, like Lucida itself. The only spots that aren’t obsidian-colored are her tail tip and her ears — they’re a lighter gray. Bioluminescence: Originating at the top of her head, a neon green runs along the course of the rear side of her neck in a single line, stopping at the base of her spine. Stemming from this distinctive stria of light comes wavy lines along her sides and three on her forehead; a few of which have oval-shaped endings to them, looking much like snake heads. The "snakes" have distinct scale patterns on their bodies, Eye Color: Her dull, dark eyes are a jungle green color, and the pupils appear to be constantly slitted. Extra Description: Bashe looks very intimidating for a trainee. She has long legs fit for running, which would suggest that she would be more fit as a Tribal Runner, but it’s her muscles and brute strength that lower that possibility. She is a balanced and very tall cat for her age, with a firm skeletal makeup and proportioned body features. She may be tubular and slender, but her a natural ability to fight and unexpected weight make her a strapping and vigorous feline. Her muzzle is average in length, but the bridge of her nose is rounded off in an odd, arcing slope. She has large, flaring ears that are slightly droopy at the tips, set twice the distance between her eyes. One of her other noteworthy features are her long claws. Not once is it recommended to be on the receiving edges of them, as they are as sharp as a razor’s edge and can effectively injure enemies. Position: Fighter Trainee (Any mentor is fine with me; Mystic and I discussed about it being Little Briar. ^^) Mate: N/A Kits: N/A Personality: If you’re thinking of making friends with this girl, it would be wise to think again. Bashe has a tongue chock-full of harsh words and will spit them at you if you’re not careful. She is not really the... 'nicest' cat in all honesty, but she doesn't go out of her way to show that unless provoked or if it's necessary. Although calm, sensible, slightly introverted, and having a tendency to not drone on too much, when she does speak: she’s harsh when critiquing other, candid and to-the-point when speaking, and is, overall, rather objective when it comes to the petty personal business of other cats. Besides her dragon companion, Bashe has another ‘best friend forever’ — it’s name is blunt honesty. She is no stranger to it, that's for certain. If you’re hurt from her words, so what? She doesn’t exactly care. If you’re thin-skinned and sensitive, she’ll tell you to toughen up right away, because the world "has no place for cry babies", as she puts it. This tomboyish she-cat has no qualms about bringing down others' feelings if it's needed — not that she really intends to. Sometimes. She’s not really... “mean”, even though it seems like it, but it’s really a no-brainer as to why she’s like this. Another thing about her - it may not seem like it, but she's actually rather passionate and intense. She's no "emotionless" cat, certaintly. Bashe can be quite a rough-and-tumble she-cat, and has a somewhat quick temper that can sometimes go to the extreme. She is a determinator, and is always trying to boost her Tribe's morale, something that augments her already remarkable skill in battle with willpower. If she's in a fight, no matter how much pain she's in, and no matter how injured she is, she will push on until she's won. If you take time to break open her thick shell, she will be more tolerant of you as an individual and can even be rather solicitous, trying to keep her acquaintances and friends as safe as possible, perhaps even to the point of possession. But it is quite easy to get onto Bashe's bad side, depending on what one does. Aside from being rude at times, Bashe is stoic to a moderate degree when she's calm. Her mouth usually never leaves that thin, serious line, although she is known to flash a quick upturn of the corners of her mouth — although it’s usually a mocking smile. If you’re really lucky, though, she’ll might just give out a real, genuine one! But, of course, this has yet to be seen. Bashe’s a no-nonsense kind of cat, and she does not think of training as a game. She actually loves hard work, and pushes herself to all her limits if she has to. Being made of iron from inside and out, she looks down on the weaker and mousy cats of the Tribe, thinking of them as burdens — if they can’t bite the bullet when it comes to fighting, then just let them fend for themselves and see where that gets them in life. She has a bit of an ego, and feels as if she deserves utmost importance; she adores praise just as much as she does fighting. Or maybe some cats would call it a ‘superiority complex’. Not surprisingly, this rare side of her originates from her past; her parents - her father, especially - heavily emphasized that failure was never an option, and it appears that she has attached quite a bit of weight to that. If she is unsuccessful with something, she will often rebuke herself for it. She is fiercely loyal to her Tribe for caring for her, and always tries her best; never fighting for evil, only for good. She is almost peerless in terms of her intelligence, and can concoct her own battle moves and tactics, but sometimes she may try to work a little too hard and end up exerting herself too much in the process. The molly prefers to isolate herself, and can be found staring around at nature or the cats around her, as if she’s actually interested in them. She will engage in small talk with others, but her vocabulary is often brusque, carrying a bluntness that some may not be prepared to receive if they are not familiar with her. History: Bashe was born into the Tribe, with her mother being a feline named Lornea Of Murky Riparian, a renowned Fighter. Her mate was Serpent Curling Through Skies, who was supposedly a former member of a different, exotic Tribe — far from the Tribe of Hidden Fireflies. He'd brought along with him a young Micro Dragon, who eventually became his daughter's beloved familiar. Serpent's Tribe valued battle prowess and righteousness without fail, which were the things he'd practiced — or rather, enforced — with his daughter. Being as under pressure with his strict orders as she was, she developed a mindset where she had to do things right. Everything had to be correct the first time. And he made sure of it. She was also very attached to him for this as well, wanting to really prove herself to the strict tom, so his sudden gory death by the transpiercing tusks of a stray Melis took quite the toll on her mental health. With this, she and her mother tried to move on past his demise, and although Lornea seemed to heal a bit faster, Bashe couldn't seem to move on. Instead of becoming completely withdrawn and cold, though, she came to be a little more vehement on the inside, wanting to prove to her sire that his death was not in vain by fighting until her dying days. Now, she devotes her life to protecting the Tribe from any and all harm or danger. Pet: Xiang Code: owo Other: Sometimes, she will slip up her speech with Mandarin Chinese, which is the native language of the Tribe from which her father originated. She suffers from bouts of insomnia and a mild form of OCD, but they are slightly less frequent nowadays. Although she’d never admit it because she thinks it’s childish, she used to spend her nights with her mother, when she couldn’t sleep. Lornea was the only warmth that she had, and the molly made sure to fiercely protect her daughter at all costs.
Name: Xiang Type: Micro Dragon Owner: He is owned by Bashe Baring Venomous Fangs. Description: Xiang is a magnificent, foot-long Micro Dragon with a deep green hide like that of carp scales, a flowing mane of dark ‘gold’, and long, whisker-like protrusions on his muzzle - only one on each side. He looks very much like an Asian dragon. His bioluminescence is a paler, pastel shade of this green in simple stripe patterns around his legs, scales, face - like war paint - and down his back and tail. His eyes are a scarily deep red. Xiang could be described just like his owner, really. The only differences are is that he is much more open, cooperative, curious, and is a good fighting asset for distracting opponents. But he is also quick to snap at those he dislikes, and appeared to have a hot-blooded side.
Other: Xiang was originally the pet of Bashe's father, Serpent Curling Through Skies, but he gave him to her to care for as a young kit. EDIT ;; I've also updated some of Bloom's description and history; if that's okay, along with some revisions to Flint, too. All revisions/added information is bolded.
ツ Bloom that Grows from Roots (Bloom) - Bloom is a she-cat whose coat is like a living art. It is a mixture of colors, specifically orange, brown, and ebony. Short, obsidian black fur covers the pelt of this female as a base, and it is mostly found on her face. But maybe the 'black' isn't entirely as dark as it could be; more or less, it is much more of a very, very dark cocoa color. If you think that's the only coloration on her pelt, well, there's more colors bedaubed on her fur; instead of being a solid hue, she is technically a tortoiseshell - with an auriferous orange and sepia splotches dotting her spine, ears, paws, and large, fluffy tail. Her luminescence are elaborate tattoos of a cherry blossom pink color, and stand out gorgeously on her mainly Stygian-black face. The uppermost are found on the back of each ear: dots neatly ringed around a Phoenix Bell that increase in size as they reach her ear tips. Then, Magma Flowers blossom on her upper cheekbones near her ears, starting off slightly large and then decreasing to a very tiny size once they cross over the bridge of her nose. Dots trail down below those ‘cheekbone flowers’ in neat, straight lines; they look almost like teardrops, starting off medium-sized and growing smaller as they near her lower jaws. Finally, a Surst explodes in the middle of her forehead, right between her eyes. Those eyes are a bright orange color, like amber encasing a hapless bug, mixed with brown. The various shades of deep marmalade mix, beginning as a pastel color around her iris, and blending into the auburn color at the pupil. She is 1.6 feet tall and 9 Caeruleum moons old. The first thing you notice about this she-cat after meeting her for the first time is her shy nature. Just by looking into her large eyes, you can see the innocence, and know right off the bat that this girl simply just doesn't like drawing attention to herself. Bloom is a kind and very sweet molly, willing to emphasize with her patients accordingly. But on the more negative side, she has terribly low respect for herself, and ergo, is prone to self-deprecation. She takes things to heart very often since she is sensitive to criticism and harsh words. However, she truly hates being such a "doormat" just as much as she despises being pushed over and looked down upon; even though it may seem like she doesn’t do anything about it. This is because she will usually just take any blows given to her other felines, just to keep the peace. She's a pushover, to put it honestly. She doesn't have the heart to fully assert herself... Well, that is, unless she is truly overcome with emotion; in such a case, she will completely explode simply because she of kept such negative feelings bottled up inside. However, this is rare, and can only be seen if someone were to truly try to upset her via continuous belittlement. Bloom tends to stumble over her words; she suffers from something called "diffluent speech", more commonly known as stuttering. But her stutter is not nearly as bad as others' may be; she can control it. Well, sometimes. She is noted to be gentle and extremely empathetic, easily connecting with her patient's feelings. If you tell her that your heart is broken, she might gaze at you sadly through sympathetic eyes. Since she is more suited for, the more psychological side of being a Healer, her skill with herbs is... not particularly outstanding. No, she's not "mediocre" at it. She's actually very organized when she's at least trying her best. But she just isn't "extraordinary" at it, is all, given her innate nervousness and fear of saying or doing something wrong. She is very insecure about her behavior, and wishes she could be as skilled as her peers, which only adds on to her "shy" issue. Sometimes this social anxiety can lead her to situations where she has to speak up, and she is not at all confident in her speaking abilities. She prefers to keep to herself, staying out of such situations; although, she is willing to converse with someone, just as long as they start the conversation before she. Overall, Bloom is just modest and farouche, if you were to describe her in two words. Despite seeming like a doormat, she is very capable of standing up for herself. She just has a fragile heart, though, so it is best to handle her with care. Back in her moppet months, Bloom was just a wandering kitten, traveling about the territory with her nomadic mother — Petal from Fragrant Blossom. The itinerant duo were soon discovered by a policing patrol from the Tribe much later on in the day. They ordered for the tiny tortoiseshell and her mother to be brought to camp for interrogation and care; with some formal agreements reached, they were permitted into the Tribe as official members, although Petal left solemnly as once Bloom became a trainee. With this occurring, a well-known Protector, Bark That Stretches On Trees, offered to be a "father" figure to her in Petal's stead, seeing as Bloom couldn't quite get over her mother's leave so early on. During her discovery of the Tribe, she became absolutely fascinated with the various plants and flora at 5 moons. It was then when she decided that she wanted to be a Healer herself one day; the concept of fighting was something she was simply too averse to. Even though she was somewhat clever for her young age, she was extremely diffident, so much to the extent that she was even prone to shedding tears readily if someone even did so much as chide her. This caused many cats to regard her as a crybaby, and they doubted if she really could hold up the grand title of "Healer" one day. This indirect harassment caused her to falter a bit in her talent, which explains her current, mediocre skills. But despite her persona, she continued to retain her benevolent and charming composition, even if her skills are, in fact, simply "average". To this day, she is working as hard as she can to become the best Healer she can possibly be for her Tribe. Her adoptive father is Bark That Stretches On Trees.
♒ Flint That Sparks In Darkness (Flint) - With a heavy but elegant British accent, Flint is a grand tom, and this shows in the lustrous condition that he keeps his fur in. His fleece is a slightly dark blue color, with even darker blue stripes slicing through his short fur — going down his back and sides, up his legs and tapering tail, and then around his head and cheekbones. There seems to be a slightly lighter version of this color found on his underbelly, chest, and chin, but it is not too bright that it stands out in the inky black atmosphere. His bioluminescence forms intricate, geometrical rune-like patterns on his paws, shoulders, and tail, glowing a prepossessing sky blue. His eyes are a striking shade of cerulean, accentuating his angular face with ice-cold coruscates. He is 2 feet tall and 2.5 Spec moons old. Flint is a remarkable study when it comes to sleek design. Withal, this tomcat is very tall and lean, yet, he is a natural athlete - going by breed standards, he would most likely fit the appearance of an Oriental Shorthair. Don’t be fooled by the svelte, tubular body he sports; this cat has a surprising weight and hard muscle tone, being neither frail nor fragile. His long and narrow frame is made specifically for running and leaping long distances. From the front, his head is wedge-shaped and smooth, tapering smoothly to a fine muzzle. His ears are strikingly large and even droop a little at the tips because of their size, but not unattractively so. A tiny nick can be seen in his right ear. Long claws and alabaster fangs complete his looks. Flint is an extraordinarily intelligent cat, and you’ll know that right off the bat from observing how he acts. He possesses intelligence and battle prowess that can outclass in both performance and experience. He is able to think deeply about effective strategies, even when in the heat of battle, and has shown considerable problem-solving abilities with his brainy sagacity. In conjunction with his utterly phlegmatic attitude and analytical expertise, this makes him a frequently sought-out cat when others need help with tactical resources. He is very knowledgeable and has book smarts on a relatively realistic amount of subjects; including instructions, fighting tactics, and especially navigating around the camp territory — and beyond. As such, he cannot relate to cats less quick-witted than he, and has a hard time dealing with them as well. When it comes to teamwork, he likes to be the leader of the group, and he tries to insist on this the first chance he gets. He is a taciturn of a tom; scrutinizing, practical, and hard-working. He has a grey-area ethical reasoning that lends him a sense of neutrality at times, but he usually has no trouble deciding between right and wrong. He isn’t unapproachable, but can appear aloof and uncaring. One thing about him is that he absolutely cannot stand cowards or timorous cats. When around them, he is blunt, cold, and gives off an overall negative vibe, treating them with explicit odium. He thinks that they should be left to fend for themselves if they can't grow a thicker skin. Another thing about Flint is that he loves using a large vocabulary of eloquent words and archaic sentence structures as a way to show off his savvy mindset. But those words aren’t always for show, either: sometimes he can’t help talking like that, as it was something his late father - Frost On Morning Grass - usually did. He is aware that some cats may not understand a single word of what he’s saying, but he doesn’t really care if they do or not. He claims he's “not one to flaunt his skills”, but it can seem like he does so, as he can be very intimidating - and sometimes even annoying - with this sometimes. Like a general, metaphorically, he likes to aid his Tribe in tactics and strategies when the time calls for a battle. He is somewhat demanding and authoritative of his Tribemates, believing that everyone must do their job and do it right. He is also noted to be rather aloof, and perhaps unsympathetic towards others. He also feels as if love is very unnecessary; something that will only get in the way of his duties. And normally, his feelings won't change for the next female who walks by. While he's not very cheerful, he is still rather nonchalant, never worrying too heavily over something trivial. But you should not mistake him for cold-hearted; if you have the patience and the time to crack open his immensely thick shell, you will discover that he can be actually quite understanding and gentle. His fighting skills are very good, and sometimes he will come up with a few new moves of his own. His mother is Rain Dripping From Glossy Stone and his (deceased) father is Frost On Morning Grass. He has a pet volanti named Tahki.
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Nov 26, 2017 10:57:53 GMT -5
Mᴏᴏɴ - -, Let me know when you are done re-writing the history and I can approve it!
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Post by melody on Dec 13, 2017 5:36:46 GMT -5
User Name: Melody Name: Rain That Is As Quiet As Mist (Rain) Gender: Female Age: One Spes Moon Size: Little Pelt Color: Blackish gray Bio-luminescence: She has her patterns around her ears legs and paws like any hunter, that are shaped like Rainsrops and they are blue. Eye Color: Dark blue Extra Description: She has medium eyes that are round but not like a circle. Position: Hunter Mate: Lookjng Kits: None at the moment. Personality: She is a kind gentle hearted, quiet cat who sometimes prefers to be alone in the quiet by misty and wet places (Not swamps.) She finds it kind of hard to work with others and prefers to hunt alone by herself. She can be a bit stubborn and lie at times as for she sometimes stays out late and she just says she always looks a bit more for life-prey before heading back when she’s really alone relaxing. History: While Rain was actually am it she preferred to be around others but after her fathers sudden death she preferred to be by herself and gaze out to the stars. As an trainee she got distracted often and found it hard to focus on her training sessions. She would often get taunted by others if she came back in trouble which resulted her normal routine of running away to a wet area and being alone by herself. As a full hunter she would stay away from camp even longer and would often get questioned of why she comes back so late but she says every time “I look for more life-prey.” Pet: None Code: We Are The Fireflies Other: N/A
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Post by Wildfire* - 🦉 on Dec 13, 2017 8:29:35 GMT -5
Hi, melody! Everything is looking pretty good so far. There are two things you will need to fix. If she is a full hunter, she needs to be above the age of 1 Spec moon. So maybe around 1.4 or 1.6 Spec moons old. Also, you said her height is little. So she is probably around 1.8 feet tall you would say? Other than a few spelling errors (which I can easily fix), you're looking good! I just need your tom to approve you!
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Post by nygmobblepot on Dec 13, 2017 11:44:03 GMT -5
melody Oh hey there man, I was having a thought...maybe we could like start a ship between River running through forrest and rain that is quite. I need a purpose to be on this site and I would appreciate it if you helped me start some action and drama in the rp so yeah let me know fam and we can start this dank ship together
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Post by decipher on Dec 24, 2017 16:49:29 GMT -5
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Name*: Autumn Leaves Beneath Tree (Autumn) Gender: Female Age**: 11 Caeruleum Moons Size***: 1.4 feet Pelt Color: She has a pretty dark russet coat with artistic strokes of ebony that swirls around her flanks and legs. Bio-luminescence (Color and design): Like her name implies, she has yellowish orange luminescence (honey) in the shape of autumn leaves, which bespatter her legs and tail in a way that makes them look like they are swirling in the wind. Eye Color: Her eyes are a good-looking shade of sea-foam. Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): Autumn is gorgeous and knows it, often flaunting it by means of sashaying when walking. Her face is slender and holds almond-shaped eyes. She has a willowy physique that spans to her tail-tip, giving said tail a sort of whipcord-like structure. Helping with her agility is her long legs which showcase dainty paws. Her coat is attractive as its curt and not extremely long. Position****: Tribe Runner Trainee Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): none Kits (Optional): none Personality: Being a temperamental and difficult to please cat, Autumn is very much a diva. She is sarcastic and sassy and can come off as quite rude, even going to lengths as to challenge or even scorn authority. Her arrogance stems from the fact that she thinks she is better than everyone else, most notably in the practice of speed and athleticism. She even prides herself on her blistering pace when sprinting, bragging excessively that she is one of the fastest trainees in the tribe, which isn't completely untrue. She's lightsome and nimble, and that's that. Because of this, she tries to hog up even the tiniest of errands to show off her skill, even though it often leads to stressful and overexerted situations. However, being quite stubborn, she usually refuses to let up until physically exhausted. She likes gossiping but only does so with friends or busy cats, as she somewhat ignores cats she deems unproductive or hopeless. Even though she can act snotty and discourteous, she's quite intelligent: knowing most of the territory's arrangement, what herbs to collect when ordered or where to find specific supplies asked of her. She is also loyal and has a soft spot for felines in need. History (Optional): Like any normal tribe member, she was born in the tribe and raised along with her sibling, Screech from Mighty Rapax. She prides herself on her purebred birth, as she was never some abandoned kit snatched up at random, like some of the tribe's current individuals. Pet (Optional): Duchess Code: We are the Fireflies Other: She has a dulcet voice and is quite good at singing. Name: Duchess Type: Klimbers Owner: Autumn Leaves Beneath Tree Description: Like her species, she has a weasel-like appearance. Her coat is dark chocolate with a black mask for a face. Her bioluminescence takes the shape of tiny crowns which are usually red due to her constant irritable behavior.
Other: Unlike her typically tranquil species, she is extremely aggressive and can actually physically lash out to tribe members or their pets if in a particularly foul mood. She has a nasty bite and is known to viciously rip into targets, making her dangerous to be around for others. This is why Autumn usually keeps her close and prohibits any newcomers from approaching without a proper introduction, as she's the only one that has a close enough relationship to calm her down. Other than that, Duchess is quite helpful with holding things, as her dexterous hands allow for easy grabbing supplies needed for transport. User Name:
Name*: Screech from Mighty Rapax (Rapax) Gender: Male Age**: 11 Caeruleum Moons Size***: 2 feet Pelt Color: He sports a black pelt. Bio-luminescence (Color and design): His luminescence is a shade of scarlet, with it being scattered along his back, spine, and flanks in markings of levitating feathers. Eye Color: His eyes are a good-looking shade of marigold. Extra Description (Body shape, eye shape, etc.): He is a large tom with well-defined muscle for his age. He has large paws which bear pointed claws. He has tufted, long ears. Position****: Fighter trainee Mate (Optional; please state if you are looking): none Kits (Optional): none Personality: In short, Rapax has a hardcore and daredevil-type personality. Being a bold tom, he is fearless in fretful situations, mostly in battle. He is stubborn, unwilling to admit defeat when it is clear he has lost. He will show off and boast to anyone who will listen, from kits to elders, explaining his brave deeds and courageous encounters with enemies. Usually, he'll also physically flaunt off his skill, displaying his combat maneuvers to crowds in an attempt to impress others. History (Optional): Like any normal tribe member, he was born in the tribe and raised along with his sibling, Autumn Leaves Beneath Tree. Pet (Optional): none Code: We are the Fireflies. Other: none
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