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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 11, 2017 13:42:11 GMT -5
 ABOUT & RULES
about
Floraclan is a rather ordinary clan of felines that lives isolated from human influence, nested in acres and acres of untouched natural forest. They believe in Starclan, name each other by the typical prefix and suffix combinations, and abide by ranks and rules much like any other. However, they do have one unique trait- their flowers. Every cat in Floraclan has their own flower taken from the Star Meadow in their territory. This particular flower attaches anywhere on the body and grows into the feline, emerging as blossoms from the skin. These blossoms will never wilt or die and any damaged sustained to them will heal without scarring. They can be given to other cats to grow amongst another cat's flower, removed, and exchanged, for these flowers represent community and the strong attachment Floraclan cats have with one another. This clan is relatively peaceful and co-exist with other predators in the territory as prey is so abundant- it is not uncommon for cats to know some parts of fox or badger language to speak with passing predators to ensure there are no misunderstands that can lead to injury to any party.
plot
Floraclan has lived untouched and isolated from outsider influences for generations. There have been barely any sightings of cats from outside of the clan and there has been very little interaction between them. That was until one of Floraclan is killed at the edge of the territory. A moment etched into the clan's history, it was forgotten by many, but frequently recounted as a way to keep kits and wandering apprentices close to home. Years later, Floraclan is still without outside influence, until a new queen in the nursery whispers an interesting tale. The kits she carries are not of Floraclan blood, for the father is a cat from outside the clan. Leader Lionstar, who's father was from an outside lineage, is quite interested in this development. For a long period of time he has toyed with the idea of expanding Floraclan's territory to greet new horizons and expand their knowledge of the world around them. And, also because he enjoys the concept of conquering, and he unlike many has not forgotten the death that occurred in history. With the queen in Floraclan, Lionstar has no doubts that the father will show up soon enough, and the leader seems to have a plan forming to utilize this connection to the outside world as a way to find other groups, learn from them, and take over.
roleplay rules
Forum rules
Clearly, everyone should be complying with the forum rules. Everyone in this roleplay is expected to obey them.
Activity
In order for any clan to work, those who join must be willing to put in the time to participate. Because of this, all members are required to roleplay at least twice a week. If this condition cannot be met, your standing in the group will be in jeopardy. High ranks and plot-relevent characters are required to be active at least three times a week. Again, if this cannot be met, your standing will be reconsidered. However, if a hiatus is required, please message ５ ❙ ＡＭ privately and explain your situation and a schedule to work out for you until you are able to fully return to the roleplay. Another thing- ５ ❙ ＡＭ does and will check on members whereabouts occasionally, especially those who have not responded in this roleplay for a long period of time. Frequent activity in other clans/roleplays but a blatant disregard for this roleplay will be dealt with accordingly and you will be messaged and gently reminded that you joined this clan and in doing so agreed to the activity requirements posted here.
Literacy
There will be a relative relaxation to this roleplay in regards to literacy. Vocabulary and descriptive styles are different for everyone, therefore, roleplayers will not be held to a certain standard regarding that. However, clear grammar and punctuation usage is expected. Roleplayers are required to post at least 4 full sentences per roleplay post. If you are having difficulty doing this, this may not be the roleplay for you. If you are struggling with vocabulary and description, ５ ❙ ＡＭ is willing to proofread posts and assist in the build up of a roleplay style for those who ask.
Characters
There is no character limit in this roleplay, however, so not join with more than you can handle. Every character you join with is expected to be roleplayed with frequently. If you have a plot relevant character, they should be posted with every time you are roleplaying (unless you are waiting for replies from others). This will be monitored closely. As for actual character creation- semi realism. There are plenty of realistic ways you can create a character, especially with the use of white to create patterns, etc. But no cat exists that is bright orange with 4 blacks stockings and an all-white underbelly. Realistic pelt and eye colors are a must HOWEVER, for this particular roleplay, I will allow oddly-tinted eyes of the following: red, lavender, pink, and grey. But, if I see too many joining with this, I will put a limit on their existence. All characters must have some kind of flaws in them- no character is perfect. All LGBT+ is accepted in this roleplay.
Drama
Drama is fun! This clan is meant to be a fun, open space for everyone to get involved in plot. However, all intended subplots, etc. must be described to ５ ❙ ＡＭ, who will decide if said plot or drama will be allowed.
clan rules
1. Defend your Clan, even with your life. You may have friendships with other creatures but your loyalty must remain to your Clan, as one day you may meet them in battle.
2. Elders, queens, and kits must be fed before apprentices and warriors. Unless they have permission, apprentices may not eat until they have hunted to feed the elders. If any warrior or apprentice is sick or injured, they may eat while the elders, queens, and kits are eating.
3. Prey is killed only to be eaten. Give thanks to StarClan for its life.
4. A kit must be at least six moons old to become an apprentice.
5. Newly appointed warriors will keep a silent vigil for one night after receiving their warrior name.
6. A cat cannot be made deputy without having mentored at least one apprentice.
7. The deputy will become Clan leader when the leader dies, retires or is exiled.
8. After the death or retirement of the deputy, the new deputy must be chosen before moonhigh.
9. Boundaries are checked once daily. Question those not of the clan, but do not attack or otherwise react aggressively unless ordered otherwise.
10. No warrior can neglect a young creature in pain or in danger, regardless of species.
11. The word of the Clan leader is the warrior code.
12. An honorable warrior does not need to kill others to win their battles, unless they are outside the warrior code or if it is necessary for self-defense.
The following rules are not specifically stated in the warrior code, but are expected to be followed:
1. Medicine cats are allowed mates and kits, but it is rare and not openly encouraged because it is believed to take the medicine cat's attention away from the rest of the clan and the connection to Starclan
2. Kits must stay in camp until they are apprenticed, and are not allowed to hunt
3. The safety of the Clan is more important than the safety of one cat
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 11, 2017 13:42:36 GMT -5
 TRADITIONS & TERRITORY
traditions
Religion
Simple Starclan beliefs. Views the meadow as a gift from Starclan for being such faithful servants to the dead/overall taking good care of their environment and those that come their way.
Naming & Rank System
Simple cat clan ranking and naming system. Cats are not usually named after their flowers, i.e. a cat could be named Cypress- because of their dark fur yet not have the flower of cypress, but flower-based name are not entirely uncommon. The prefix Flora- is strictly forbidden as is Sun-, Moon-, and Star-. Ranks are the same as regular warrior cat clans.
Traditions & Details
➤ Flowers: Each cat in Floraclan has a flower particular to them. There is only one in existence in the clan at a time. This flower attaches and grows within the cat, presenting as flower blossoms on the surface. There is always a central flower, the first flower a cat receives, and all other blossoms grow around it. These blossoms never wilt unless they are plucked off and not attached to another cat or back to the cat they are from. It is not painful to remove them but often feelings of tiredness and sadness accompany such- except when in the use of a happy ceremony, such as becoming mates or the exchange from mentor to mentee. The blossoms can retain damage without causing the cat pain and will always heal without scarring, but once again, overall exhaustion and sadness accompany damage.
➤ Mates: When two cats agree to become mates, they each pluck off one of their own blossoms and present it to the other. Over the course of the day, this flower attaches and grows alongside the cat's designated flower type. It never exceeds a single blossom. This blossom can be removed, but it causes much exhaustion and often times prolonged sadness and feelings of emptiness regardless of whether it was a healthy break or not. This blossom will then wilt away like any regular flower.
➤ Kits & Receiving The First Flower: When kits are born, they are born without any flower at all. The clan gathers to offer their blossoms to the new queen to line her nest with. When they are old enough to open their eyes and move freely enough kits are taken to the meadow. Here, they are drawn to a particular flower and pluck it. Over the course of that night, the kit will awaken with this flower type now attached and growing to their body. It is impossible to fake this ceremony- if it is not the chosen flower, it will not be able to be plucked from the meadow.
➤ Leaders: Leaders are the only cats who, in addition to wherever their central blossoms are, also grow a crown upon their heads. These cats are the only cats who have their flowers in two separate places.
➤ Mentors & Apprentices: When a cat becomes a mentor, they pluck off one of their blossoms and give it to their apprentice. This flower attaches and grows to the cat, where it is a temporary growth. Once a cat graduates, the mentor's flower is removed, and in return, the new graduate gives one of their blossoms to their mentor. This flower attaches and grows to the cat and remains unless removed.
territory
Camp
The Floraclan camp is settled inside a group of the oldest trees in the forest. Tall and strong, they envelop Floraclan's living space in a calming hold. Dens are inside various places- some underneath the trees, said to be older than the first cats living in the territory, others inside of dens woven out of various plants found in the territory, and some dens nonexistent- some Floraclan cats like sleeping out in the open spaces in camp with the branches and leaves overhead, thick enough to shield from most rain and keep the area enveloped in shade. The cats of floraclan fondly call this the grove. The leader's den is under the oldest tree and the leader makes announcements on top of a branch there. The medicine den is woven with no materials that could possibly harm, connected to a hollow underneath a tree. The medicine cat and their apprentice sleep in hollow with the herbs and where sick and injured cats sleep in the woven portions. Extra dens are under bushes outside of camp, used if there's an outbreak of sickness. The sick cats stay there and the medicine cat checks up on them. The warriors den is one where most sleep underneath multiple bushes in the grove with those that like the camp clearing sleeping in the open. The apprentices sleep in clearing to build up good sleeping schedule and most develop nests at the edges of camp that elders and queens use if they want to be in main part of camp during the day. The nursery is the most secure and very close to medicine den. Underneath a tree and padded with moss, good pelts from large prey, feathers, and flower blossoms given as gifts from the clan decorate the interior. The entrance is draped with ferns to keep out the draft and offer privacy. The elder's den is woven inconspicuously in the corner of camp, tucked away and protected.
Territory
Floraclan's territory is one of malleability and holds many hidden treasures and secrets for being so isolated from contact from humans or anything else besides what naturally dwells in the forest. The cats of Floraclan dwell in the depths of an untouched forest that experiences all four seasons, yet always is abundant with life at all times. There are hills, rivers, and ledges across the territory. Although there is a general boundary area, Floraclan cats do not have an entirely fixed border and are fairly lax regarding maintenance, but scent-marking and patrols still investigate the area out of curiosity and warding off of possible predators. The White River is one of the streams in Floraclan's territory that has become a full river through the territory, it is a relatively straight-arrow trajectory across the northern top of the territory. It is named for its frothy white rapids that pour over its many rocks. It's twin is the Black River, the other main river in Floraclan's territory, and it runs parallel to its sister White River, running along the southern bottom of the territory. It has many loops and curls, falling out of the clan's boundaries somewhere at the bottom. It is named for its very clear water that shows the dark pebbles making its bed. The Moss-Sponge Cave is near to Floraclan's main encampment is a gradual dip in the earth, becoming rocky and steep, that leads down into a small cavern of sorts with an exit on the other side. The rocks and ground here from ceiling to floor is covered in moss that regrows after it is taken for use by the cats. It is also a popular training area. Rock Ridge lies to the west of Floraclan's territory as a rise in the earth, a gradual climb that creates a cliff-like ridge of rocks poking from the earth. This inches above a section of barren trees, allowing cats to see far into the distance on all sides. The most important part of Floraclan territory is the Star Meadow. To the east of Floraclan's territory, the abundant trees of the territory taper out, revealing a large meadow. Here is where cats receive their flower. There is one of every flower in the world in this meadow regardless of natural biome and they never die or wilt regardless of season. A flower cannot be picked from here without it being the chosen cat who is taking it. When medicine cats and leaders wish to speak to Starclan, they lay in the place where their flower was plucked and dream.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 11, 2017 13:44:32 GMT -5
 ALLEGIANCES
LEADER
Lionstar 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dmab male ● pansexual ● 30 moons ● bird of paradise
This masculine of small height and compact muscle, ears big as his paws and eyes big and flaming, has a pelage of warm, molten gold with soft, darker tabby stripe decoration. White creates a pattern that that dribbles up his sides, against his chest and face, eyes bright, deep amber-shade of orange-gold. Young and spicy, he is very passionate about his work and quite self confident, lacking real arrogance, and with strict determination and focus on what he wants, intelligence as sharp as a gleaming sword. Even so, he can be ambitious, stubborn, fierce, and often cannot articulate his feelings, getting flustered or bashful. His blossoms decorate the back of his head and neck into his shoulder blades, his head topped by a crown of the orange-blue colors like a Greek wreath- or mischievous horns.
Born in Floraclan, Lionstar began life rather oddly, considering his mother was of clan and his father was not. The lone male met his kits only a few times when Loonwhisker allowed it, sneaking the kits out behind camp for the father to see his two golden children. Even as an apprentice, Lionstar was a burning flame, full of life and zeal- a little bossy at times- and a cat the younger looked up to and the older who saw him as someone with much potential. His vibrant blossoms along the back of his neck was the physical manifestation of that, and soon enough expanded to become a crown on his golden head as he climbed through the ranks to become leader of Floraclan.
DEPUTY
name 」role-player
birth gender & gender identification ● sexuality ● age
description
other
MEDICINE CAT
Russetear 」Gold
male ● heterosexual ● 30 moons ● lime blossom
Russetear is a short-haired tom with a predominantly white coat, broken only by a brownish spot at the base of his left ear that provides his namesake. He seems to exude regality, like by the way he puffs his chest out to display the flower growing beneath his throat, or the deliberate grace with which he walks. Russetfur feels a strong sense of responsibility towards the health of those around him, though it might not show easily. This is mostly due to his tendency to be really snarky; Russetear typically uses it to jest, but it can be hard to tell sometimes. Russetear may also come off as single-minded or clueless -- this obliviousness is the single largest contributing factor to his medicine cat celibacy.
Russetear was born into FloraClan, haughty and critical from a young age.
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTICE
Gingerpaw 」Ariat
female ● heterosexual ● 8 moons ● lily
Gingerpaw is a small ginger she-cat with a splash of white on her chest and a white tail tip. Gingerpaw is a very sensitive cat. She doesn't do well with criticism and occasionally throws a fit if she's insulted or punished. She does, however, take a great interest in helping others and always has put others ahead of herself.
Gingerpaw knew at a young age that she wasn't a warrior. She spent the majority of her time in the medicine den. She was sick much more often than the other kits, but she also enjoyed it. She had planned to be a medicine cat since a young age.
WARRIORS
Blueflame 」ＯＣＥＡＮ ＺＥＢＲＡ
dmab male ● heterosexual ● 27 moons ● Magnolia
Blueflame has the ambiance of a soldier, his short, blue-grey fur and yellow eyes only emphasize his massive frame. His flower elegantly traces his spine, drawing attention to the fragile bone. Much like his appearance suggests, Blueflame is dedicated to the ways of a warrior and his cunning mind and strong loyalty make him seem like the ideal clan member. However, the tom's fatal flaw is his short temper. The warrior has little to no patience, and will often rush into things without thinking them through.
Born as an only kit, Blueflame was spoiled throughout his childhood. He soaked up the love of both his parents, and always did his best to try and impress them. When he was an apprentice, he threw himself headfirst into every problem, absorbing the drama and experiences that followed. However, somewhere along the path, the tom lost his motivation. After failing multiple assessments, Blueflame struggled with the weight of failure, and the lack of any willingness to do anything. When his best friend (and secret crush), decided that she'd rather hang out with a more fun crowd, the warrior had enough. Channeling his anger into motivation, the tom gradually became a warrior, but his temperament was forever changed from the gentle tom he'd once been.
Breezedream 」ᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ
dfab female ● bisexual ● 14 moons ● phlox
A light grey dappled she-cat with slightly darker grey paws, ears, and tailtip along with a slightly lighter colored belly and blue eyes. She's like a woodland spirit, lighthearted and a bit odd, separated from the crowd with her soft and inane comments that most scoff at. Optimistic and cheerful despite many not taking well to her nature, easily distracted and rash, Breezedream is considered as someone only Lionstar can truly handle. She can see inside others, almost, much more perceptive than her impressions suggest. Her flowers bloom all over the left side of her face, covering her ear, cheek, and around her eye.
She was born and immediately had no parents- her mother dying during her birth and her father dying from sickness before she was born. With pity, another queen raised her with her own litter, even as she felt separate from the queen that mothered her throughout her life. The only cats she's close to are her former mentor, Lionstar, and his family. She knows of their aims and supports them fully, even if she doesn't do too much to help. Strangely enough, they're her family of choice, as odd as it is.
Coldnose 」» ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʀ
dmab male ● bisexual ● 15 moons ● geranium
Coldnose's pelt is primarily white, decorated with thick and thin gray 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 and his eyes are a deep blue, making him look almost identical to his brother. The three positive traits that dominate this tomcat would have to be his unwavering loyalty, sharp mind, and passionate heart. Even if one of his clanmates is wrong in an argument, this tom will be there to back up every word they say. In addition to his loyalty, Coldnose has an extremely intelligent mind. Coldnose's flower bloom begins on his left shoulder and blooms downward.
Coldnose was born and raised in FloraClan with his brother, Stormchaser, to their parents Sootwhisker and Featherwing who are both deceased.
Dewpetal 」ＯＣＥＡＮ ＺＥＢＲＡ
dfab female ● pansexual ● 17 moons ● Aster
Dewpetal is a small slip of a cat, her petite frame highlighted by a coat of dark grey and blue eyes wide like the moon. Her major flower loops daintily around her back paw like a bracelet, the indigo petals bringing sharp contrast to the she-cat's duller pelt. Dewpetal, though full of heart, isn't the brightest warrior. The ditzy little molly is overly trusting of others, and more often than not feels like she shouldn't voice her opinions because they would go against her clanmates'. She is also cowardly when it comes to battle, due to a lack of confidence in her skills. However, the she-cat likes to think she makes up for this with her gentle and loving demeanor.
Dewpetal and her sister Beepaw were born into FloraClan healthy and strong. Both sisters longed to be the best warrior's their clan had ever seen, and nearly burst with joy when they became apprentices. However, three moons into training Beepaw was attacked during a hunting assessment. She died of her injuries two days later. Devastated by her sister's death, the young cat threw herself into her training, vowing to be the best warrior she could for her sister's sake. After receiving her warrior name, the grey she-cat still felt like she was missing something, and even now moons after her ceremony there's an emptiness that she seems to be incapable of filling.
Fogdance 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dfab male ● homosexual ● 28 moons ● morning glory
Structured delicately with hints of robust muscle beneath his velvet skin, this willowy and lean male has quite impressive athletic grace, compact and spindling and draped in pale silver fur dabbed by barely darker marbling, low-white creating whimsical patterns along his throat and stomach, his half-lidded gaze a yellow-green. Over time, Fogdance's sweetness and innocent grace has chipped away to become quiet, flirtatious, and incredibly focused on what he alone wants from life and pursuing his tasks with passion. Confident in himself at most points, he has a continual superiority complex and need to feel better than others, and he can be selfish and arrogant, moody and unfortunately aloof enough for it to be difficult to read him at some times, other times easily moved to anger or tears. His blossoms are threaded amongst the fur of his wispy tail, dripping off or curling around his flesh.
Like many others, Fogdance was born in Floraclan with his siblings. His exotic grace and demure sweetness drew many to him as he aged, attracting much romantic attention from males and females alike. His first love was Stagleap- who left for his childhood sweetheart. His second love was Knotwing- who died of mysterious illness. His third love was Mousescurry- who left when he grew bored. His fourth love was Applewhisker- who when he looked at Fogdance no longer saw the cat he'd fallen in love with. His fifth love was Flamecurl- who was not the leaving but the left, for Fogdance could no longer look into the mirror of a puddle and see a cat others wanted for anything more than his pretty face, and what was left of his heart let sweet Flamecurl go and live a life better than the silver male thought himself capable of giving.
Gildedtongue 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dmab male ● bisexual ● 38 moons ● gladiolus
Tall and muscled, he makes for a spectacular sight of graceful edges and lean curves, glossy fur a sultry dark cream shade that is offset by the darker brown-seal point color at his paws, tail, and a mask of his face that make his large deep blue eyes stand out all the more. Level-headed and calm with a refined grace, humble with a pleasing sprinkle of sassy humor, this masculine makes for an inspiring cat whose bravery serves his clan well. However, he can be too overprotective, far too selfless, and his wish to do well for others can leave his motives questionable as much as his willingness to try to see the good in everyone regardless of what they've done. His blossoms bloom upwards from his chest like a flower tucked into the front pocket of a suit jacket.
Born in Floraclan, Gildedtongue was raised alongside his brothers into the fabric of clan culture and community. Growing up he wasn't anything special and that suited him just fine. Endlessly supportive of his brothers, they are still the power trio of their younger days. When he became a warrior he became mates with Windblossom whom he loves with all of his heart and together had Pinepaw, Juniperpaw, and ___.
Loonwhisker 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dfab female ● heteroflexible ● 50 moons ● amaryllis
She walks like a warrior queen, body athletic and limbs long, head held high to brandish sharp jade eyes. Her pelt is a proud dilute white color, a large patch covers her head and wobbles down her body to eventually thin and disappear, a husky pale brown gradient, furthermore offset by blacker patches alongside it. Smart as a whip, keen, and self-assured, her gait speaks power. Time has made her sensitive and emotionally tired and her sometimes bossy attitude pairs with her feelings of time slipping through her toes, making her become more domineering and paranoid of failure. Her blossoms blanket her right shoulder like a pad of armor.
Born in Floraclan, Loonwhisker was the only kit of her parents, and she gave them much grief with her conceited nature and arrogant ways. Feeling herself confined by camp walls, she frequented the outside, and came into contact with a cat who lacked any flowers at all. Bewildered and annoyed, she bickered at him while he simply smiled and laughed and teased. They grew closer and closer still until eventually, Loonwhisker was forced into moving into the nursery instead, where she had her two children: Lionstar and Morningskies. She allowed them to meet their father when they were very young, but the meetings eventually stopped, and the warrior queen has yet to divulge why, although her eyes always garner a sad look to them when asked.
Morningskies 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dfab agender ● pansexual polyamorous ● 30 moons ● baby's breath
A cat of graceful arches and curves, a deep chest with muscled legs and flanks, big ears and high cheekbones. The pelage covering this nimble figure is of a pale golden cream color, darkening slightly with ticked tabby points, and decorated with low-white against the side of their face and cheek, brightening the pale yellow eyes. Quiet and languid, they move fluidly with their words and physicality, here for a good time rather than a long time. Even so, they can be selfish and deceitful, mischievous and flippant regarding the feelings of others, although there are a few who see the born sensitive and vulnerable side of them. Baby's breath have found their hold on this cat's brow ridges, their sprays falling over the eyes like a veil, hiding them from usual view.
Born in Floraclan alongside their much brighter sibling Lionstar, they made their own name for themselves. Side-by-side with their brother, Morningskies and Lionstar were quite the pair, with brother blazing the way and sibling sliding through the aftermath like a snake made of fog and mist, always together. Just as much of a flame as their brother, just as superior to others, they serve as the indirect deputy of the clan because of their closeness to their brother.
Nightfinch 」ᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ
dfab female ● homosexual ● 54 moons ● mint
A large pitch black molly with startling golden eyes. An intimidating individual to most cats in FloraClan, Nightfinch is a strict cat that follows her moral code strictly. She is to-the-point and brisk, either on the move or still and in the shadows like a predator. If anyone wishes to advance their combat knowledge, she is the cat to go to- however harsh her methods, she isn't the most skilled fighter in the clan for nothing despite the Clan's relaxed attitude. She will speak to anyone if spoken to, but prefers to not initiate conversation herself. Her flowers start from her front left paw and storm upwards, almost like they try to devour her leg whole.
She was a brutally honest cat back when she was young, just like she is now. Age and loss have made her sharper- from her sister Nettleheart falling sick and dying to her parents off and leaving when she and her sister were just apprentices. Many pity her, but she has no use for pity- her whole life is now in the service of FloraClan.
Rowanstripe」Lotus
male ● heterosexual ● 21 Moons ● red dahlia
Muscular dark ginger tom with one black left front paw and one black right ear. His eyes are a stunning amber color, nearly looking gold in some light. He is prideful and narcissistic, always striving for praise and attention from those above him and constantly trying to find ways to impress his peers. He is plagued by worry about what others think of him, so he's constantly trying to do good and outstanding things that set him apart and earn him the love from his clan he so desperately wants. His flower is the red dahlia. It begins on his back right thigh growing in whichever way it pleases.
He is clanborn. His father Nightclaw died right before he became a warrior and is the reason he feels the need to go above and beyond with everything he does. Nighclaw criticized him anytime Rowanstripe did anything that didnt meet his expectations.
Sagewhisker 」ᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ
dfab male ● bisexual ● 37 moons ● rue
A dark grey dappled cat with pale green eyes. He's almost like a walking contradiction- quiet but like a raging fire, mature as an elder but naive as a kit occasionally, playful even as he retreats into his shell. He's not quite bipolar, but Sagewhisker has trouble with how he presents himself, trying to still find himself even as apprentices are doing the same. The appearance he puts on for the most time would be one of a polite and helpful cat- one that most approve of, even if not many are close to him. Sagewhisker, while he's polite and friendly, fears to care for more than his close family. His flowers are small and almost nonexistent, lavender and proper, only a few tiny ones clustered behind his left ear.
Born into FloraClan, Sagewhisker was an unnoticeable cat unless his sibling was concerned. Always a background character, most don't care to do anything other than pass their eyes over him- his sister was the beauty, the ideal cat, the amazing hunter, but he never held it against her. His status is one he does, in fact, like, even though there's not much in the way of conversation. He cares for his sister Windblossom deeply as well as his nieces and nephews- Pinepaw, Juniperpaw, and Fawnpaw.
Sparrownose 」ＯＣＥＡＮ ＺＥＢＲＡ
dfab female ● asexual, biromantic ● 59 moons ● Iris
Sparrownose is a silver classic torbie, her unique patterning and short tail giving the she-cat a mysterious vibe. Her flower stretches delicately off her temples, only adding to her strange appearance. Sparrownose has a fiery temperament, and lives for the thrill of both verbal and physical fights. The unruly she-cat has a sharp-tongue and is unafraid to use it- even on those of higher ranks. However, the she-cat does fiercely care for those she loves and will defend her clanmates to the death if necessary.
As a kit, Sparrownose was as energetic as she is now, and her fighting spirit seemed to be a trait she was born with. She fought her way through her apprenticeship and never stalled, even when her tail was badly broken after a fox attack and had to be amputated. As a warrior the molly got into countless arguments and earned her reputation as the spitfire she is today.
Stormchaser 」» ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʀ
dmab male ● heterosexual ● 15 moons ● white heather
Stormchaser is an extremely handsome, well-muscled tomcat with a sleek pelt the color of faint silver decorated with dark, gray tabby stripes and deep, dark blue eyes. Intelligent would be the first word to describe this tomcat; he is extremely clever and sharp when it comes to making swift decisions. He relies on his quick wit and stealthiness to make moves when in battle. He is not afraid to speak his mind, but does his best not to offend his clanmates. Stormchaser's flower blooms upward from his right, front paw.
Stormchaser was born and raised in FloraClan with his brother, Coldnose. to their parents Sootwhisker and Featherwing, who are both deceased.
Snowblossom | Lotus
female ● heterosexual ● 18 Moons ● lotus
Long haired white cat with light grey stripes, paws and tail rings extending only until the middle of her feather plume tail. She has long legs that make her skilled in hunting although her stark white fur issues a challenge for her against the lush green of the forest. One of her eyes is a pale green the other is a bright blue. She is sure-footed and graceful with a kind heart and an empathetic nature towards all creatures she meets. Although sweet in nature she has a nasty temper when provoked and isn't afraid to speak up for what she believes in. Her flower, the Lotus, blossoms from the right side of her neck with only two flowers being apparent at this time. Her flowers normally vary in color but seem to be mostly be a bright pink at the base fading into a softer lighter pink at the tips of the petals.
She is a Clanborn cat with a terrible fear of lightening.
Willowfeather」LittleBittyHibiscus
dfab female ● pansexual ● 24 moons ● begonia
A pure white shorthaired cat with lavender tinted eyes. The begonias along her neck, almost as if it was a necklace, easily stand out amongst her fur. Somewhat vain. She acts mysterious, but she's not that hard to figure out if you're close enough to her. She has a tremendous soft spot for kits, going so far to go without food a day or two herself if kits are hungry and able to eat solid food, and defending them with her life.
She was born into the clan.
Windblossom 」ᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ
dfab female ● heterosexual ● 37 moons ● broom
A light grey dappled molly with pale green eyes. By any cat, she'd be considered a beauty- the shine to her fur, the elegant way she walks, the way she looks any cat over. A bright cat, Windblossom is a chatty one with connections and friendships all over the clan, easily upbeat and loved by many. She's quite selfish, though- at least with her family and what makes her happy- and not too modest, assured in her abilities and what she can do. Pressing the importance of doing well and becoming great warriors to her kits, it's just a bit too much with her expectations of greatness placed onto their shoulders. Her flowers bloom brightly from her chest, almost covering it in startling yellow little blooms.
Born into FloraClan, Windblossom was the star of the show compared to her brother. The best at hunting, talking, socializing- but they were two sides of a coin, and they both liked the paw they'd been dealt. She still loves him fiercely, despite any rough patches in their life. Windblossom loves Gildedtongue dearly, a crush from her apprentice days blossoming into something more, and her kits, Pinepaw, Juniperpaw, and ___paw, are her pride and joy.
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Applepaw」LittleBittyHibiscus
dfab female ● unknown due to age ● 7 moons ● apple blossom
An American shorthair with orange fur, and one white paw. Her eyes are a bold emerald, and tend to sparkle with a high level of innocence. Her flower, the Apple blossom, adorns her right shoulder, and she tends to have a hop in her step. She's a happy-go-lucky type of cat, always looking to see the positives in everything and tending to overlook a negative situation unless the situation is dire. She can pretty quickly get into trouble, but she always seems to get OUT of it quickly; however, that doesn't mean she has her bad days, and when she has them, she crashes HARD. On bad days she's despondent and unresponsive, only focusing on a task at hand or an order given to her, if she can even get up;
these periods don't last long though.
Born into the clan.
Brackenpaw 」Lotus
male ● heterosexual ● 8 Moons ● mistletoe
A sleek furred dark brown tom with darker 'chocolate' stripes. His mouth down to the middle of his chest is white as are his paws and tail tip. His eyes are an icy blue color. He can only be described as brooding. Always looking like he's just having the worst day possible and normally not saying much when someone asks him what's wrong. He likes to keep to himself and isn't very open and trusting with just anyone. Once you get to know him he's a very loving and fiercely loyal cat who's just afraid of getting hurt. His flower, Mistletoe, begins its growth right at the tip of his tail extending down towards his back.
Fawnpaw 」Ariat
female ● heterosexual ● 8 moons ● moonflower
Fawnpaw is a tiny light brown cat with brown eyes. Though much smaller than her siblings, Fawnpaw has a large personality. Fawnpaw is almost always optimistic and full of energy, but very sensitive. The small she-cat is reckless and troublesome, often causing others to groan at her antics. While she has her flaws, she's very loyal and would die to her protect her family and friends.
Born in floraclan to Windblossom and Gildedtongue. Siblings are Pinepaw and Juniperpaw
Juniperpaw 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dfab female ● pansexual ● 8 moons ● plum blossom
Languid is the word to describe this muscled, broad-faced, long-bodied creature with large, sweetly drooping pale blue eyes. Her color is of soft, pale light cream, offset only gently by the delicate blue-ink stains of her forelegs, tail, and mask of her face. Only a small smudge of white upon her chest changes the illusion of her into something real and graspable. A little too easygoing and laid-back, her calmness keeps her complexity hidden from others, her dry humor spicing things up a bit at times when she gets the energy- she just wants to float in water forever, hakuna matata. Her blossoms curl delicately from beneath her right jawline up behind her ear, petals bright like a tourist at the beach.
She was born in Floraclan to Windblossom and Gildedtongue alongside her siblings Pinepaw and Fawnpaw.
Pinepaw 」ᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ
dmab male ● homosexual ● 8 moons ● pear blossom
A cream cat with a dark brown seal point and pale green eyes. Somewhat high-strung and easily nervous, Pinepaw is easily one of the biggest worriers in the Clan. It's a struggle to get him to not worry about something- there's always a chance that something's wrong, that his siblings have been hurt, that his mother is feeling off or is disappointed in him, or, to say the least, it falls to his siblings to calm him and reassure him that everything's alright. When he's not a worrywart he's quite adorable, cautiously optimistic at the best times and always willing to share kind words around. He's a decent hunter, but shies away from conflict. His flowers bloom on the back of his neck, cautious but beautiful.
He was born to Windblossom and Gildedtongue along with his siblings Juniperpaw and Fawnpaw, the closest cats he's ever known. Windblossom's expectations of them put him under the most pressure of them all, his nature making him put importance on that and his rare optimism faltering.
Rainpaw 」ＯＣＥＡＮ ＺＥＢＲＡ
dmab male ● bisexual ● 6 moons ● Sweetpea
Even though he's an apprentice, Rainpaw's fluffy white and golden pelt and wide amber eyes make him look like he's still a kitten. His flower buds in the center of his neck, like a small bow-tie of flora. Rainpaw is a curious apprentice, and will spend hours trying to figure out everything- especially since he's not the brightest cat in the clan. He is also extremely friendly, a problem because he struggles with reading body expression and paralanguage. The young apprentice has no lack in confidence, and will try new challenges in a heartbeat, even if he is not ready for them.
Rainpaw was always the noisiest kit in his litter, and more often than not, the ringleader of all their mischief. Now an apprentice, the young cat still doesn't know when to quit, and needs to be taught that not everything is a game.
Ravenpaw 」» ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʀ
dfab female ● heterosexual ● 8 moons ● white rose
Ravenpaw is a tall, sleek she-cat with a pure black pelt, a white chest, underbelly, tail tip and a splash of white around her left eye. Her irises are an emerald green color and she has long, black whiskers. Ravenpaw is a rather awkward she-cat in the sense that she never really knows what to do. Despite being an exceptional hunter, Ravenpaw doesn't do much without permission or approval from cats who are higher up than her. She is very sweet and kind but does not bend the rules whatsoever. Ravenpaw's flower begins on her spine and speckles down her sides.
Ravenpaw was born and raised in FloraClan, though her mother died while Ravenpaw was still a kit and her father was never revealed to the clan. Practically raised by the clan, this apprentice has lived quite a lonely life without any true family.
Sorrelpaw 」Lotus
female ● heterosexual ● 7 Moons ● peony
A small fluffy calico with white "socks" on her back legs and "mittens" on her front legs. Her eyes are a moss green in color with flecks of yellow towards the iris of her eye. She is a fluffy ball of energy. Usually found snooping and putting her nose where most tell her it "doesn't belong." She's quite the adventurer, normally finding her own things to do instead of patiently awaiting orders from her elders. Her flower is the peony. Her blossom is coral in color and grows right above her tail on her back.
She is Clanborn.
Woodpeckerpaw 」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dmab male ● asexual panromantic ● 6 moons ● white lilac
An average little thing, his physique doesn't stand out much from the regular life of a warrior, lean and lightly muscled, his big ears and button nose making his round face appear mouse-like, amber-brown eyes rather large. His fur is of a muted brown shade like that of wood bark, patterned by classic spotted tabby markings, a dab of white blaze from the top of his nose to his chin offsetting the landscape. Awkward with his uncoordinated movements and words, shy and submissive and easily jumping to nerves, he is a sweet boy despite being fairly self-conscious and entirely without bravery. Still, his determination is legendary, and he is friendly, helpful, and ready to serve. His blossoms are a delicate sleeve on his left foreleg, poking up between his toes like the vines wish to hold hands with him.
The youngest sibling of five, he is seen as the sweet little brother in the eyes of his sisters and brothers who dote upon him endlessly despite his weak embarrassment for being unable to stand up for himself like his siblings can. Trailing after his siblings, he never really had many goals, things he wanted to accomplish in life. Just to live the average life and move on- a simplistic view for a simple cat.
QUEENS
Blackbird」５ ❙ ＡＭ
dfab female ● pansexual ● 24 moons ● red rose
Sleek and robust, this feminine is all liquid muscle and elegant curves, covered in smokey midnight black fur, slightly darker spotted tabby barely visible in the darkness of her pelage, her gaze one of delicate emerald green, Soft and spicy, she takes care of everyone with care and affection, detail-oriented and observant with a matured elegance about her. She is quite independent and can have a sharp tongue of sarcasm when provoked and she thrives on praise and nothing but the best for herself, in a sense a little dramatic. Her blossoms begin from between her front legs and travel down the middle of her stomach, blooming spread across her lower stomach.
From the very beginning, she was the leader of her own life, an independent little cat who cared deeply for others and for her own future. She built strong connections to the clan community, pampered by them as much as she pampered them. She was the little sweetheart of her family. That was, when one day, she moved her nest from the warrior's to the nursery. She offered no explanation other than the obvious- until her due date drew closer. Since then, she has let story slip that the father of her kits is not from Floraclan.
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Post by ᴍɪsᴛғᴀʟʟ » on Sept 11, 2017 13:45:15 GMT -5
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✦ Sept. 11, 2017; We opened!
✦ Sept. 14, 2017; ❆ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇʙɪᴛᴛʏʜɪʙɪ❆, Gold, and Lotus joined!
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Blackbird, Fogdance, Gildedtongue, Juniperpaw, Lionstar, Loonwhisker, Morningskies, Woodpeckerpaw
ᶤᶰᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇᵒᶰᵉ; Moderator
Breezedream, Nightfinch, Pinepaw, Sagewhisker, Windblossom
Ariat; Moderator
Fawnpaw, Gingerpaw
Lotus; New Member
Brackenpaw, Rowanstripe, Snowblossom, Sorrelpaw
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Applepaw, Willowfeather
Gold; New Member
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» ᴄᴀʀᴛᴇʀ; New Member
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