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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:31:27 GMT -5
 ● post one - table of contents, rules
● post two - links, acknowledgements
● post three - welcome, territory
● post four - news, members, plots
● post five - relations, census
● post six - allegiances: leader, deputy, medicine cat
● post seven - allegiances: senior warriors, warriors
● post eight - save
● post nine - allegiances: senior apprentices, apprentices
● post ten - allegiances: queens & kits, elders, outsiders
● post eleven - allegiances: starclan, place of no stars
● post twelve - save  General Rules ● Know that the rules listed below are not meant to hinder or annoy you, but to save you and other members from future frustrations. With that in mind, do not skip the rules. Read them, and be sure that you understand them before proceeding. Understand that we, the admins of this role-play, can change the rules in accordance to what is needed. If you have any questions regarding these rules, do not be afraid to come forward with your inquiries.
● We have what are known as 'Clan Systems' here. These guidelines play an integral part regarding how this role-play functions and proceeds, so be sure to read through them. Member Requirements ● In this role-play, quality is valued over quantity. If you are considering joining, we simply ask that you be sure of your ability to reply with appropriate response lengths, detail, and are capable of creating and pulling off intricate plots, all while maintaining proper timing and grammar.
● While staff members within this role-play are required to be active for at least six days a week, regular members without high positions are required to be active for at least four days a week. Remember that out of character chat does not count towards your activity, and that the staff here will be keeping a close eye on your status and level of activity. Every two weeks there will be an activity check, and inactive members will be dealt with in accordance to breaking this rule. If you cannot remain a member of this role-play, please notify the staff so that we may remove you, and free up characters. If you require a hiatus, you will not receive any negative consequences because of your inactivity. Joining ● Do not manipulate the joining form provided here in any way, either by personalizing it to your own preference, or by simply disregarding the coding altogether. If you do not understand the coding or are encountering issues regarding it, please voice this concerns, as we will gladly help you understand and fix the problem.
● LBGTQ+ characters are all welcomed here.
● Feel free to create relations between your characters and those of other members here. Do not, however, proceed to do this if you do not have the explicit permission of the opposing character's creator. Along with this, we also ask that you refrain from attempting to join with your own character's romantic interest.
● When creating your character, make sure that their design falls in line with that of actual genetics. Do not exceed what is believably possible in the make-up of a cat. If you cannot provide evidence to support your character's design, then you will be required to change it.
● As this is not a strictly romance-oriented role-play, the characters that you join with are required to have an alternative purpose aside from finding a mate, falling in love, and having kits. If this is your motivation for joining this role-play, then we advise that you find a different, more suitable role-play to support your goals. Consequences ● If a member violates or breaks a rule for the first time, they will be issued a warning. Two warnings will equal a star. A star is not something that you want to receive here, as you may only have five stars before being deleted from the role-play. You may rejoin once and will automatically start on the second star. Now, when a member gets to the second star, they cannot "attend" the gathering and their characters must remain in camp for the next two days. For the third star, their apprentices may have an additional training session added on before they become a warrior. If they do not have an apprentice but have a warrior acting as a mentor, that warrior's apprentice will be assigned a new mentor for a week, and their character may become sick or receive punishment. If the member happens to have both an apprentice and an acting mentor, the admin may decide on which approach to then take. When a fourth star is issued, it will result in a repeat of previous punishments, and a week's suspension from the clan. Now, if the member has joined two clans, the two residing admins will then discuss if this will affect both clans or just the one. If they show a better attitude in the other clan, your punishment it will only proceed in the clan they're not doing as well in. Finally, the fifth star will result in deletion. If a member rejoins after being deleted once, they cannot have any special plots, positions, or even apprentices until two weeks in. If the member continues to improve beyond those two weeks, then the admins can discuss the possibility of cleaning their slate. |
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:32:02 GMT -5
"We are the closest Clan to StarClan, spiritually and physically, and we always know our warrior ancestors are watching over us. That is what makes us strong. No matter what trials we must endure, WindClan will last forever. " — Tallstar on WindClan in Secrets of the Clans, page 27   The Lake territory for WindClan is called Hare Hill by Twolegs. The borders of the Clan have Twoleg names, such as the Hare Hill Riding Stables and Hare Hill road. Landmarks here include:
➤ Moonpool Stream - A stream marking WindClan's Northern border, which is shared with ThunderClan. Leads up to the Moonpool.
➤ Horseplace - The fence of Horseplace marks the Southern border of WindClan. Their heavy hooves make cats stay away from them.
➤ Lakeshore - WindClan is located on the south-eastern shore of the lake.
➤ Camp - A shallow scoop in the ground open to the sky.
A giant boulder resides in the center of the camp. This is called the Tallrock, where the leader makes his speeches. A gorse bush against the rock is the nursery. In another boulder is the medicine cat's den. The leader, apprentices, warriors sleep in the center underneath the sky, although in bad weather, they retreat in burrows made by rabbits, foxes or badgers. There is an old badger set where the elders sleep.
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:32:16 GMT -5
The news will be divided into two sections. Role-play news details events that have occurred out of the role-play and will also have special announcements. Clan news will summarize past events such as plot events, character deaths and births, and other things. Role-Play News Date Summary Date Summary Date Summary Clan News Date Summary Date Summary Date Summary dou | Active Ravenstar, Rabbitdance, Bunnypaw, Kookaburra
Warnings ʀᴀɪɴʟᴇᴀғ 🍁 | Active N/A
Warnings Feathertalon | Active Dovetail, Larkcloud
Warnings Featherwing | Active Warblerwail, Quakestep, Hummingbird
Warnings Sand | Active Lapwingdance, Sunpaw, Flickerheart
Warnings ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » | Active Grainpaw, Tallspin, Snailshell, Nightingale
Warnings whispering | New Member Frostpaw, Moleskin, Seedpatch
Warnings dαιѕy | New Member Coldnose
Warnings Tag | Activity Characters
Warnings Sparrowtuft, a once proud warrior of WindClan, has become bitter and power hungry since his mother, Ravenstar, became leader. It all happened within a whirlwind of chaotic drama among his family, starting with the death of his sister, Magpiepaw.
After her sudden death, Raven became reserved and weary. It was obvious that the death of her kit and the growing strain on her relationship took a toll on her. Not even a moon after her daughter's horrid death, she became leader after their previous leader fell ill. Mystery shrouds the death of Heatherstar and Sparrowtuft had his suspicions. However, he loved his mother, but the sharp thorn of betrayal plunged deep into his deep when his mother left her mate, Lapwingdance, for his surrogate father, Dovetail. With Larkwing being the only one to make him happy with WindClan life, Sparrowtuft began to ease off of his personal investigation into his previous leader's death. However, Ravenstar seemed to know exactly how to angry her son. Rabbitdance, a surprising choice for the job, was chosen as her deputy. Sparrowtuft was a fine candidate as well as her son, but he was seemingly passed over. In addition to his rage, she announced that she had become pregnant and her deputy would take over her duties until her kits were apprenticed.
Soon enough, Larkwing divulged that she too was pregnant. The two ended up in the nursery together as did their kits, who were born around the same time. Sparrowtuft was grateful for his sister's healthy litter, but something still itched inside him when he saw Ravenstar's litter. He couldn't believe his eyes, but.. they had to be Dovetail's.
In that moment, the thought of slaughter and revenge was all that he could process. He could no longer control the hatred he held for Ravenstar and Dovetail; something had to be done about it. The tom had a plan of his own brewing and it would the key to everything he desired; taking a hold of SkyClan.
He never felt the pleasures of a fresh kill before, but unfortunately for him, he was caught. His mother and her deputy discussed what to do with him, but luck was on Sparrowtuft's side. His apprentice, [OPEN], overheard his leader and deputy discussing the possible punishments. Despite what Sparrowtuft had done, the apprentice still felt a sense of loyalty and told him about the plans, not knowing that this was Kestrel's intention. Taking his apprentice's advice, his gave farewell and left a message for his dear sister. He dashed across the sands of lake, towards SkyClan where he'd seek refuge. SkyClan had recently arrived at the lake, still recovering four moons after their journey. They had lost many fine warriors and the other four Clans were enlisted to help. This was Sparrowtuft's chance. He worked hard to help the Clan recover, discovering that there was an issue the other Clans had no knowledge of. Their leader had been long dead and there was no one strong enough to take over. Sparrowtuft was elected leader due to his efforts and began his life anew. Despite this, ghosts from his past would eventually show up to haunt him... With Clan life getting more and more difficult for WindClan, there seems to be an added amount of stress on those who reside in the moors. A herd of cows have escaped from their twoleg pens back at the farm, and are now holding residence in their moors. Patrols are warned to keep their eyes open and to stay away from the large mammals in fear of someone getting hurt. What they don't know yet is that along with the cows has come a raging bull. With SkyClan under a watchful eye, and the cows being monitored day in and day out, Ravenstar has decided to put cats on guard duty, watching over camp for any wandering cows, or a patrol of another Clan. |
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:32:44 GMT -5
The relations are separated into different mini-sections. For cats that are not part of the Clan, they will be in their respective colors. Outsiders of any kind will be in #ffffff. RiverClan will be in #b1d6ff. ShadowClan will be in #FFC5C5. SkyClan will be in #FF9F6E. ThunderClan will be in #93BD93. WindClan will be in #C5C0D0. She-cats will be in italics. Deceased cats will have an asterisk (*) next to their name. Litters will be separated by semi-colons and will go from oldest to youngest. Kin Dovetail(Surrogate) + Lapwingdance = Sparrowtuft, Larkcloud, Magpiepaw*
Rabbitdance + ? = Bunnypaw, Frostpaw
Quickstep + ? = Tramblepaw, Softheart
? + ? = Kookaburra, Hummingbird, Nightingale Mentors & Apprentices Rabbitdance mentors Sunpaw
Flickerheart mentors Grainpaw
Warblerwail mentors Bunnypaw
Tallspin mentors Frostpaw Mates, Crushes, & FriendshipsRavenstar and Lapwingdance are ex-mates
Dovetail and Ravenstar are friends-with-benefits
Grainpaw has a crush on Bunnypaw  ● Males - 7/∞
● Females - 7/∞
● Senior Warriors - 1/∞
● Warriors - 6/∞
● Queens - 1/4
● Kits - 0/24 [Maximum Amount]
● Apprentices - 3/10 [Includes Senior Apprentices]
● Elders - 0/∞
● Outsiders - 3/4
● Forbidden Romance Cooldown - 0/12 Moons [Weeks will not be counted due to potential time-skips; This Clan is open to a forbidden romance.] |
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:33:14 GMT -5
 ➤ Ravenstar | 43 moons | Female | Pansexual Ravenstar is a fairly small feline. Her stature is short and stout, though she doesn't lack in the muscle department. Her fur is thick and dark, black fur layering her frame. Her ears are nicked and pointed, with small tufts of fur sticking out. Her eyes are a bright green and lemon-shaped, a hint of yellow dotting here and there. Her tail is fluffy and always straight out. While not the sharpest tool in the shed, Ravenstar is fairly quick-witted and laughable, always trying to make the best out of bad situations. Though she's known to make things much worse. ➤ dou  ➤ Rabbitdance | 37 moons | Male | Bisexual With fur that blends with the terrain and ears that are close to his head, Rabbitdance is your typical WindClanner. His legs are long for sprinting across the open fields and a stumpy tail to keep him unique. His paws are small and dainty compared to his size. While lacking in the muscle compartment, he makes up for it with his speed. His eyes are a soft orange, though his pupils never seem to dilate to their full extent, always focusing on the thing in front of him. Rabbitdance is a fairly serious cat, his ears flicking constantly and never seeming to crack a joke or take one for that matter. He's serious and he's always focusing on the prize. While he's not power-hungry, he is always looking for a way to impress those older than he. He's an impressive hunter, and uses his speed well when fighting. ➤ dou ➤ Apprentice - Sunpaw  ➤ Snailshell | 37 Moons | Female | Heterosexual Sleek toroishell colored fur rests upon this girls small and dainty frame. The blacks and whites and dull oranges all blend together, forming a unique pattern. Her eyes are an ice blue, usually shining with kindness and a bit of worry. Snailshell has always been the one worrying over her Clan, but always wanting to make a difference. That's why she became a medicine cat. Fully dedicated to her clanmates, she stays active and always makes sure every cat has what they need. They come before her. She may have a bit of bias towards her brother and niece, as they will always come first to her. Snailshell has a very sweet tone to her voice, it's usually soft and caring. However, she will be strict if need be. She will do what is right, no matter the consequences. Snailshell, if protecting her den from an attacking Clan, will be fierce. She's known to never back down from a challenge, either medical or fight.
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:33:34 GMT -5
 ➤ Quakestep | 60 moons | Male | Pansexual Quakestep is a well groomed white furred male with long brown-grey legs, a dignified scar on his chin, and heterochromia eyes– more specifically, his left eye is green and his right eye is blue. Now, Quakestep is a relatively handsome old man, with a greying muzzle and slowing endurance. But he hasn't gotten complacent in his seniority. No, you will find him running drills with the apprentices, roughhousing and generally being a goof every day of every moon. Very rarely will that youthful gleam in his eyes sour to something older, hardened by seasons of life and loss. He is a well respected warrior, but he also incites exasperation in every cat he meets. For, if the opportunity presents itself, Quakestep will make a pun. He'll make a horrible horrible joke that draws groans of defeat from all who hear it. Then he'll sit back with a smug look on his face, mischief in his eyes, and he'll purr with satisfaction. All in a days work for Quakestep. He delights kittens though, with his stories and his jokes and his warm laughter. He is a caring father, though his own children are have passed. It is a horrible thing, to out live one's children. A horrible horrible thing and once a moon he'll go off on his own to privately mourn them. He lost his son, Tremblepaw to a snake bite. His daughter, Softheart, was trampled to death by a cow. It's best not to mention them, lest you see the shutter of despair flutter over his gaze. He was a good father by all rights, and even though no one will replace his babies, he'd love another litter. Whether they be his or not. But he will settle with apprentices, whom he will dote on just as he would his own children. Quakestep quietly longs for the silence of the elders den, if only to encase himself in memories and lost dreams. ➤ Featherwing  ➤ Name | Age | Gender | Sexuality Description of five sentences minimum ➤ Tagged Member  ➤ Dovetail | 52 moons | Male | Bisexual biromantic This tom is of WindClan blood through and through. With a tall, lanky build, this tom was made for the moor. He is slim and fast on his feet with an amazing sense of balance. His features are sharp and angular, elegant among others. His pelt is sleek and silver with faint tabby markings brushing against his cheeks and down his long legs. A few markings ring around his long and feathery tail. To contrast with his dove colored pelt, this tomcat has luminous amber eyes. Loyal is what this tomcat is. His Clan comes first always no matter what happens. For the sake of the whole Clan he may even go against what is expected of him should he see that the outcome to break the rules will benefit WindClan more. He can be ambitious as well, one who strives to get exactly what he wants. When he doesn't succeed he can turn somewhat bitter. Typically his anger is taken out on some poor ThunderClan patrol who strays too close to WindClan's border. He serves his Clan well, always making sure the borders are protected and there is fresh-kill in the camp. ➤ Feathertalon  ➤ Warblerwail | 26 moons | Female | Bisexual Ginger furred female with blue eyes. She looks vaguely aristocratic with high cheekbones, short fur and pointed ears. Her eyes are almonds, tilted and she is almost always looking down on you. Though she looks haunty and pridefull, Warblerwail is actually quite friendly. A kind, almost flirtatious turn of phrase is always waiting to leap from her jaws. Borders are guidelines, rules are suggestions, even though she rarely breaks them. She is lackadaisical and loves pretty things. Often called vapid, she would say she just appreciates the finer things in life, though sometimes she seems to be calculating something behind those blue eyes. Calculating what, well that is the question. ➤ Featherwing ➤ Apprentice - Bunnypaw  ➤ Lapwingdance | 53 moons | Female | Lesbian A petite, bony feline, Lapwingdance isn't exactly fit for her role as a warrior. Maybe that's why she would preferred the nursery over the battle field and chasing rabbits across the moor. A thin, feathery coat covers this she-cat's gaunt frame along with long, curved white whiskers. Much like the bird she was named after, Lapwingdance is bi-colored, hues of black and white draped upon her. A dark shade of black starts at her cheek bones, descending down to her back, limbs and finally, her tail. She has a white muzzle, chest, and front paws. Lapwingdance has a pair of mint green eyes. There was a time when this she-cat crawled out of her shell, becoming open and friendly with her clanmates. Of course, that didn't last as long as she hoped for and soon enough, she was back in her shell. Lapwingdance is very withdrawn from those that surround her and rarely utters a word. If she does, it will be out of force, not need. She's the type to hold grudges and never let go, no matter what she is told. She struggles with forgiveness the most as she was wronged by her ex-mate, Ravenstar, whom she still has feelings for to this day. ➤ Sand
 ➤ Flickerheart | 23 moons | Male | Unknown Recognizable for his size, Flickerheart is a dimunitive, compact tom. He has never been average based on his physical appearance, which isn't much of a surprise. Glaring a bright marmalade orange, this feline's fur looks rippled and windswept as if it has been impeccably well-kept. His pelt is quite long even as short tufts stick out of his angled ears. A splash of white is found across his throat, distinct from his slightly darker tabby markings. As for his eyes, they are more oval-shaped and pale green. ➤ Sand
➤ Apprentice - Grainpaw  ➤ Tallspin | 28 Moons | Male | Bisexual Tallspin is exactly how his name is. A tall tom with white swirls on his body. His fur is short and very sleek. With long legs, it's easy to see the WindClan blood running through his veins. His eyes are the color of the sun- a bright golden color that show feelings as clear as day. The white swirls along his body are certainly rare- they're almost tribal. Tallspin is actually pretty shy. He doesn't talk often but observes from a distance. He judges his opponent first, figures out what he's going to do. It's a good stratagem, but can often lead to him getting hurt from judging an opponent too long in battle. When he gets to know a cat, he'll open up a bit more. He's difficult to get to know as he is very shut off with his emotions. ➤ ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ »  ➤ Moleskin | 25 moons | Male | Bisexual Biromantic Being an Oriental, Moleskin isn't like your ordinary cat. Moleskin looks almost alien compared to other cats. For one, he is way taller and longer. Though no one can doubt he's not built to be a WindClan cat. Having a long and skinny body, some of his bones are completely noticeable to other cats. With long, yet powerful, legs to hold him up. His head is small and narrowed. With enlarged eyes and ears, perfect for hunting. The long-legged tom has a short and glossy coat. His fur is a very dark, almost black, gray. Just barely noticeable black tabby markings crossing all over his pelt. Moleskin's tail and long and thin. His wide eyes are a deep blue. Moleskin is and independent tomcat. A one time cat. But despite him feeling the need to be alone majority of the time, he still is pretty friendly with his clanmates. He's actually quite the jokester. An enjoyable and respectable cat to be around. Let alone his unique appearance. Moleskin was found near the stream by the ThunderClan border as a young kit. Barely clinging on to life and he was lucky a nearby border patrol had found him. And ever since his rescuing, Moleskin was raised and taught the ways of a WindClan warrior. ➤ whispering  ➤ Coldnose | 38 Moons | Male | Heterosexual
Coldnose has the typical WindClan stature; a tall, lean muscled frame with long limbs from his endless days of hunting along the moorland. This tom has avery intimidating resting expression, his small, black nose and long whiskers blending in with his dark face while his deep, green eyes pop out. His ears tapered to gentle, rounded points with tufted white fur on the inside, hiding the pink that outlined them. His fur was a short to medium length, and it laid sleek and smooth across his toned muscles. The tom's pelt is primarily gray, decorated with thick and thin black colored stripes, hanging jaggedly down his spine, tail, and wrapping around every one his legs. Each one of his large paws are the same ash color as his tabby coat, looking as if he'd just taken a stroll through soot. The three positive traits that dominate this tomcat would have to be his unwavering loyalty, sharp mind, and passionate heart. The negative traits that plague Coldnose are his stubbornness, perfectionist attitude, and fierceness. Coldnose is an extreme perfectionist, always doing everything with the correct form and in the perfect location. This has proved burdensome for his perfectionist attitude has made him tardy to some occasions.
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:34:23 GMT -5
 ➤ Grainpaw | 10 Moons | Male | Heterosexual Grainpaw is certainly a proud apprentice. He takes is training extremely seriously, rarely messing around. The only time he fully relaxes is after his training and he's able to eat with the Clan. Even then, he might be a little quiet. He has wirey brown colored fur and long legs. He has very gentle green colored eyes, reminding most of a healthy leaf. Grainpaw has wonderful milky beige colored points along with white socks that go up to the middle of his legs. Beside his need to train, he is actually fairly decent. He's pretty funny and just a good tom to talk too. He's a great listener and often gives pretty good advice. He's pretty much a sweetheart. ➤ ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ »  ➤ Seedpaw | 12 moons | Female | Pansexual Panromantic A pretty little thing, Seedpaw is. With a long, shaggy pelt, much thicker than that of the average WindClan cat. And because of this, she's had her fair share of accusations, but Seedpaw usually brushes them off. Not really caring what others had to say about her. Cats weren't able to choose their appearance if they had, she was sure there'd be no uniqueness within them. Besides, her clanmates were just mad they couldn't be blessed as she. The molly has a calico tortoiseshell pattern. White with black and ginger splashed all over. The left side of her body, including her face, is mostly ginger. While the right side is black. Overshadowing most of the ginger. Her plumed tail is mostly black, ginger and white dotting here and there. Her eyes are wide and rounded. A dark, forest green color. Seedpaw is a sweet young cat. Always approaching others with a smile, and trying her best to make others smile. A fire burns inside of her, a fire that isn't ever going to burn out. A fiery determination to protect and heal her Clan. To make sure their healthy and strong. It's an inspiring demeanor to put on, really. Vivacious would be a bigger and better word to describe everything about Seedpaw in just one word. ➤ whispering  ➤ Sunpaw | 6 moons | Female | Unknown / The Void Sunpaw's fur looks as if paintbrushes created the strokes of color that are seen on her pelt. Being a Siamese, she's thick-furred though her pelt is well-groomed and at the point of looks completely sleek. Her fur is cream-colored with strokes of faint flame-colored tabby markings covering her pelt. These tabby markings grow darker as you reach Sunpaw's tail, face, and legs. She is lithe and normally known for being clumsy on her paws. Though she has long legs, they don't do much for her. She's clumsy and always trips over her own paws constantly. She has a delicate pink nose paired with icy blue eyes.
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 ➤ Bunnypaw | 7 moons | Female | Bisexual Bunnypaw looks nothing like her father, besides her long limbs and short tail. Her fur is a silky silver and quite fluffy. She's not your average silver tabby, however. Her fur is strictly silver, with her chest a soft white along with her paws and tail. Her eyes are a soft blue, seemingly able to pierce into your brain. This sly little she-cat has a bright future ahead of her. With long legs and a slim frame, she could be much like her father. Bunnypaw is a fairly sneaky she-cat, always trying to get away with things that others wouldn't due to her father's status in the Clan. ➤ dou ➤ Frostpaw | 7 moons | Female | Questioning Frostpaw doesn't necessarily look like neither of her parents nor her sister. The genes mingling together to create something unique. She was born with her own look, though if she had to choose, she looks more like her father. Frostpaw's fur is short, though carries some long here and there. The roots of her fur all appear to be white. Though the ends are all the same shade of brown as her fathers. These white roots are what gave her her name 'frost'. All four of her legs have white 'stockings'. Her eyes are a soft honey. Frostpaw is nearly as troublesome as her sister. Just, on a whole further level. She doesn't use her father's status as deputy to her advantage. The brown she-cat honestly doesn't care. She'd still be breaking the rules if her father was the one cat everyone disliked. Anyone would think Frostpaw learned her lesson after every time she got in trouble. Every punishment she gives feign sincerity. It's the same routine every time. And she always gets away with it. There's only a matter of time before she makes the wrong move and- boom - she's in a trouble not even her excellent acting skills can get her out of. ➤ whispering |
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:34:36 GMT -5
 ➤ Larkcloud | 27 moons | Female | Homosexual homoromantic Small and fragile and weak. That's Larkcloud for ya. Somehow stunted after birth, this petite feline is no larger than an apprentice in their first moon of training. Her tiny stature plus that slender WindClan frame creates a very weak looking cat, and Larkcloud is just that. She is not strong, only the thinnest layer of muscle underneath her thin brown tabby pelt with white frosting her chest and paws. Even her eyes, a pale shade of green, flash with a weakness no warrior should willingly show. Larkcloud has always been a weak cat. From the moment she took her first breath she was tiny and weak, surprising just about every cat that she had made it through the first night after birth. Even more so surprising that she made it to adulthood. If not in the medicine cat's den she's curled somewhere in camp, recovering from something. When her brother was still in WindClan she relied on him for a lot, and she still does. Without him she has grown all the more subdued and quiet with a thick cloud of sadness hanging over her. She's practically a shell of a cat she once was, and ever before her brother left she was already hidden within her own shell. The only thing keeping her from joining SkyClan to be with her brother is her mother Lapwingdance, a cat she adores and loves just as much as she does her brother. ➤ Feathertalon Name's Kits ➤ Name | Age | Gender | Sexuality Description of five sentences minimum ➤ Tagged Member ➤ Name | Age | Gender | Sexuality Description of five sentences minimum ➤ Tagged Member  ➤ Kookaburra | 19 moons | Female | Heterosexual Kookaburra is a fairly pudgy female. Her stomach is always full with some kind of food; birds, mice, rats, etc. Her fur is short and soft, and a soft tortoiseshell hue. Her paws are dainty, due to her small size. Her eyes are rounded and a sharp blue. Kookaburra is a fairly shy feline, always staying behind her siblings. She's quiet unless with others that she trusts. Kookaburra has a short tail, it had gotten stuck in a bear trap when she was younger and it had to be amputated. She's no longer a kittypet, she's a loner, and she's quite happy about that. She lives in the barn with her two siblings, Nightingale and Hummingbird. ➤ dou  ➤ Hummingbird | 19 moons | Female | Heterosexual Slightly pudgy lilac tortoiseshell female with splotches of silver tabby and fawn. Her eyes are a sharp, distinctive blue. Her belly is usually full, but she often gives the best of her catch to her siblings, Kookaburra and Nightingale, with all the care she has to offer. She makes her home as a loner within the Barn, though she was a former kitty pet– not that she made a very good one. With a name like Hummingbird you would imagine her to be sweet, perhaps even a dreamer. Someone who's kindness was renown and her gentle disposition the stuff of songs. This is not the case, for those who watch her namesake know that they are tiny but fierce. Likewise, Hummingbird is bold, vibrant and purely wild. A sharp tongue to match those sharp eyes, she will not settle for anything less than freedom. Perhaps if the dreams were the utter destruction of enemies and the wailings of their forlorn offspring, Hummingbird would carry them. She isn't blood thirsty, but she will hurt you if you insult her, her siblings or try to take something that is theirs. She doesn't really have boundaries either, preferring to unnerve visitors by staying close to them, ever watching though she is probably one of the least intimidating cats you'll ever encounter. She looks, sounds and seems like a dream herself, but she is the wilderness made flesh. Get too close and she might bite your nose off. ➤ Featherwing |
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Post by dou on Aug 13, 2017 21:34:55 GMT -5
➤ Magpiepaw | 11 moons | Female | Sexuality was unknown Young and lively, Magpiepaw was the cat who kept her family together. If not for her death, it would be likely that they would have stuck together through the thick and thin. Much like her mother, Lapwingdance, her pelt was thin and feathery to the touch. She had a mostly frost white coat with two splashes of black. On the front and top of her head sat a sable black patch. There were two similar patches on the back of her head. Magpiepaw had bi-colored eyes; her left was blue and her right, green.
This feline's death was unexpected and petrifying. Five moons into their training, Magpiepaw, Dovetail, Sparrowtuft and three warriors went out on a border patrol after being warned of dogs in the territory. Deciding it was best to show the apprentices how to deal with the threat, Magpiepaw and Dovetail did the honors of keeping an eye out for dogs while Sparrowtuft and an older warrior marked the borders.
Magpiepaw had not been paying attention as she was eavesdropping on a conversation between Dovetail and another warrior until those marking the border heard the sound of dogs howling.
The group of rogue dogs were too close for a warning to be yelled out and killed Magpiepaw as she put up little defense for herself. Sparrowtuft, Dovetail and the other members of the patrol didn't have time to save her as they were fighting off the dogs. She died in front of her only brother, surrogate father and three other clanmates, leaving her death to be ruled accidental. ➤ Sand
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Post by Featherwing on Aug 22, 2017 18:39:58 GMT -5
Quakestep
With dusk firmly settling itself over the sky, the large white and brown tom seemed quite content to stare into the sky as if there was something fascinating about it. "They say if you look hard enough, you can see the past up there" He murmured, not to anyone in particular, but just because he could. He wondered, briefly, if in the far future, some little kitten would stare into the coming night sky and see him staring back. Quakestep was oddly sentimental like that, though his heart ached with the knowledge that it wouldn't be any of his own relatives who would do so. Not that it mattered much, Clan is as close to kin as he could get for know. A rumbling sigh left the senior warrior, "In due time the sun shall rise, but if, for a moment, I were to sit still and watch, I should know the past, the present, and the future." Poetic this statement may be, but Quakestep was in a pensive mood and as such he would whisper words aloud even if it is only the wind who should hear him.
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Post by dou on Aug 22, 2017 18:57:48 GMT -5
ravenstar // camp // dusk Her tail curled softly as the sun slowly began to descend, her green eyes focusing on the sky. Colors painted the originally blue canvas, showing off the hints of purples and oranges. Ravenstar's pelt had fluffed up, her whiskers pushing forward as a soft chill went through her muscular frame. She was a big cat. Sizing up most of the tom's in her clan in the muscle compartment. The dark colored feline let herself get to her paws, shaking out her coarse fur as she felt her skin get tight. The wind was rolling over the hills, tunneling down into the brunt of the camp. The smell of the lake was floating around as well, causing the bulky she-cat to close her bright green eyes to close as she inhaled, her jaws parted softly as she breathed in, along with listening to the distant calling of a blackbird from over in ThunderClan's territory. She shook out her pelt, taking in a soft breath before glancing around and checking for someone to take outside for a stroll. It was chill, but not cold. A comfortable temperature, really. She was used to the chill air of WindClan territory, so it didn't bother her much at all. Ravenstar glanced up, watching as the sky gradually got darker and darker, a few stars shimmering here and there. She let out a soft sigh, settling down before curling her tail around her frame. |
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2017 19:31:36 GMT -5
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2017 20:02:33 GMT -5
Nighttime. Ever since her brother had left the Clan, nighttime had become something Larkcloud had learned to love. She had once been scared of the darkness, afraid that something, anything, would jump out of the shadows and rip her throat out. It was startling, or it had been. Now darkness gave her the perfect cover to sneak out of camp when no other cat was around to meet with her brother at the SkyClan border. It was a decent walk from where she currently lived, but she made it. After all, Larkcloud would do anything for her brother. If it weren't for Lapwingdance she would have already joined SkyClan to be with Sparrowtuft by now.
The little molly sighed. The night was growing cold. Sharp bursts of wind rolled through the camp, creating an icy touch to the WindClan home. With her small frame and thin fur, Larkcloud was very susceptible to the cold weather. She whimpered ever so slightly, cuddling deeper into the moss that flanked her. Her nest could only be so warm. If only Sparrowtuft were here right now... The tiny molly thought to herself, saddened by the thought of not having her littermate to curl up beside. If she became too cold - which was probably what was going to happen - she could find Lapwingdance and curl up with the bi-colored female. Larkcloud was sure her mother wouldn't mind it. And she had seen Dovetail retire to the warriors' den recently - he would be asleep and Larkcloud could step past him. Even with him being her biological father, she wasn't a fan of him what with him having surely been a part of Lapwingdance's and Ravenstar's break up, and the cause of Sparrowtuft leaving WindClan for good. |
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 22, 2017 20:03:43 GMT -5
( *peaks head in* hiya! I was interested in joining although I did not see a join page linked anywhere. am I going crazy? I read the rules. ) |
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Post by dou on Aug 22, 2017 20:08:23 GMT -5
( *peaks head in* hiya! I was interested in joining although I did not see a join page linked anywhere. am I going crazy? I read the rules. ) |
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 22, 2017 20:11:57 GMT -5
(Ahhh thank you so much lemon!! ^-^) |
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Post by dou on Aug 22, 2017 20:39:42 GMT -5
bunnypaw ✩ camp The sun had slowly begun to sink into the sundrown place, and the small yet elusive Bunnypaw had emerged from the den that they knew as the apprentices den. Her soft pelt fluffed up as the chill air nipped at her nose and ears. The young apprentice spotted Ravenstar's dark frame perched on the ground, her aura seemingly peaceful and calm. The silver apprentice let out a soft sigh, spotting her father- Rabbitdance- make his way back into camp from the dusk hunting patrol. He had a fairly fat-and-happy rabbit clenched in his jaws. How fitting! Her tail went straight up. She hopped happily over towards her father, a soft purr rumbling from her throat. She looked up at the lengthy tom, her ears perking as she purred. His copper eyes focused on the wiry apprentice, a happy smile forming on his features. "Well, good evening, Bunnypaw," he mumbled through a mouthful of rabbit fur before he set it down in the kill pile. Her ears perked as she heard her father's loving tone of voice. "Why don't you go off and talk to Grainpaw? I'm sure he's around here somewhere.."
Bunnypaw tipped her head, the eyeroll that came from the word Grainpaw nearly audible. "Why?" she spat, her tail flicking as her fur fluffed up. "Can't I go hang out with someone who isn't annoying?" Bunnypaw was the one for complaining. And she really didn't have the hots for this Grainpaw guy. But the look that her father gave her- that stone cold glance- made the apprentice change her mind. "Fine," she mumbled, turning gears before lifting her head and sauntering off, looking for the familiar, stringy frame of the senior apprentice. |
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Post by dαιѕy on Aug 22, 2017 20:56:00 GMT -5
(I posted on the join page!) |
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Post by Sand on Aug 22, 2017 21:11:57 GMT -5
Lapwingdance
location: camp
time: dusk
Dusk, rather nighttime was Lapwingdance's favorite time of the day, but she also abhorred it. One could say it was a love/ hate situation, much like her bitter past that never left her mind. Letting out a shaky sigh, she stood sullenly outside of the warrior's den where a majority of her clanmates retired to for the night, but not her. Never did she want to sleep in that den again yet she tried her best to put a paw in even though she knew she wouldn't sleep there anyways. Her mint green eyes fluttered across WindClan's camp slowly before coming to a stop on the nursery.
The nursery.. the place she felt the most comfortable and safe in whether she was young or old.. it didn't matter. She loved it as much as she loved her kits and, now, she only had one left. At least one that stuck around, still she couldn't blame Sparrowtuft. She would have left WindClan too if she had the strength to. Turning her frail frame towards the nursery, the bi-color feline began padding in the direct of the den without a single thought on her mind; all she wanted now was a familiar someone that could give her the happiness she craved.
Larkcloud.
Before she knew it, the black and white she-cat stood outside the nursery, wide-eyed as a purr rumbled deep in her throat. "Larkcloud?" she called out, anticipating a response. "Are you awake..?"
If her daughter wasn't awake, she wouldn't know what to do; maybe she could still sleep in the nursery with her. No cat could tell her what to do!
Unless it was Ravenstar. That was a different story and one that she wasn't willing to discuss.
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Post by Feathertalon on Aug 22, 2017 22:04:17 GMT -5
Larkcloud?'
Somebody was calling her name. And she knew the voice well. Very well.
"Lapwingdance!" The young molly, finding new energy thanks to her mother's voice, bounced up to her paws and rushed over to the nursery entrance, peeking her rounded head outside. A smile brightened her fragile features as she spotted the all too familiar and small physique of her very own mother. Like a kit she purred deeply, slipping the rest of her tiny body out of the den to press up against her mother and rub her head against the older molly's cheek. "I'm awake. What do you need?" She asked, gentle and soft. Whatever her mother needed, Larkcloud would do all she could to give it to her. She was like that with Sparrowtuft as well. A very family orientated molly, Larkcloud was very tight with her family. Lapwingdance and Sparrowtuft the only two in her family. At least now. Ravenstar was but a mere memory, no longer her second mother, but only her leader. And Dovetail...well...he had never truly been part of her family. He had only been a surrogate, a donor. He was a mere warrior to the molly. A warrior she felt uneasy around no matter what. |
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Aug 23, 2017 10:34:39 GMT -5
{ g r a i n p a w } c a m p it had really been a beautiful day. the sun had been out, there was a wonderful light breeze rolling through the moorland. everything for the perfect day of training. he and flickerheart had been out training. now being a senior apprentice, he felt like he had a bit of authority over the younger ones. they were always really rambunctious, which annoyed him. grainpaw was all about tough work and making sure everything was done. becoming a warrior was his goal and no cat would stand in his way. he was very determined.
there was one cat in particular, however, that could change that. maybe not. miss bunnypaw had always been his ideal she-cat. she was bouncy and usually happy. she didn't seem to have an interest in him, but that didn't really faze him. if she couldn't see that he would be a good mate some day, it was her choice. of course, this broke him a little bit. grainpaw hid his emotions well, kept a smile on his face and rarely let any cat in. he was pretty much on his own in the family sense.
lifting a small morsel off the fresh-kill pile, he decided his work was done for the day. he would have to check with rabbitdance a little later to see if he would be on the dawn patrol. that would mean getting up even earlier than he had this morning. grainpaw really didn't mind, however. out of the corner of his eye, he did notice bunnypaw talking with the clan deputy -- who also was her father. that part intimidated him a bit. but he then noticed her padding over to him, and suddenly a soft purr left him.
"good evening, bunnypaw. how was training today?"
his voice was a bit muffled as he was holding his kill- a small moorhen that one of the warriors had caught that day. it was still a bit warm and he was excited to eat it. "would you like to share?" |
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Post by dou on Aug 23, 2017 10:47:16 GMT -5
bunnypaw ✩ camp Spotting the brown apprentice, Bunnypaw let out a gentle sigh before she let her dainty paws carry herself towards the tom. She sighed and let out a gentle purr, settling down by the hard-working tom. "Training was hard as per usual, but it's nothing I can't handle," she joked, nudging his shoulder with hers. She then looked at the moorhen that the tom was offering to share. She then let her blue eyes focus on the green-eyes of Grainpaw's. Her tail flicked over the tom's, teasing him and leading him on.
"Of course, I love moorhens!" That she wasn't lying about. Moorhens were her favorite prey, and the fact that they weren't so common made them that much better. She glanced up at the tom before shyly taking a nibble from the prey he offered to share. |
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Post by ᴀʟᴀɴᴀ » on Aug 23, 2017 11:19:07 GMT -5
{ g r a i n p a w } c a m p a purr left the gentle toms throat, his eyes closing half way, showing he was just happy to be sharing a piece of kill with his crush. hopefully, she didn't know about it. grainpaw knew that others knew, but never have told. however, when her tail touched his, he knew she was teasing. he could tell by the simple purr coming from her and the smile she put on. setting down the moorhen, he saw her light up. so he'd gotten her favorite piece of kill. that worked out well, huh? the taller apprentice watched her as she took a bite. bunnypaw was adorable, that's all he could say.
"glad i got the right kill," he purred. "come on, lay down. we've both trained hard, haven't we?" he stretched a little bit before laying down and gazing up at the she-cat. her soft gray colored fur looked beautiful. "so, what are you hoping your warrior name will be?" he asked quietly, his tail flicking a bit, before resting on top of hers. he didn't want to make any fast moves, not wanting to scare her off. but they were friends, weren't they?
as they laid there, he took a few bites of the moorhen. it tasted great, one of his own favorites. he enjoyed spending time with bunnypaw, she was sweet and gentle. maybe she would be a great mother when she was old enough. then he stopped himself- why was he thinking about that? they were only apprentices. he would be a warrior before her- she'd most likely want to be a warrior for a while before becoming a queen. if she even wanted that. he was getting way ahead of himself. they were just friends, nothing more right now.
as he thought about this, his stare became blank as he looked off into the distance. he snapped out of it then, looking back at her. |
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