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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:26:27 GMT -5
{ ☼ } post i || directory, introduction { ☼ } post ii || characteristics { ☼ } post iii || territory & camp, prey & predators, weather & season { ☼ } post iv || rules, credit { ☼ } post v || members, news { ☼ } post vi || relations, prophecies & omens, fan art { ☼ } post vii || allegiances: leader, deputy, medicine cat { ☼ } post viii || allegiances: senior warriors, warriors { ☼ } post ix || allegiances: save { ☼ } post x || allegiances: senior apprentices, apprentices { ☼ } post xi || allegiances: queens & kits, elders, outsiders { ☼ } post xii || allegiances: starclan, place of no stars  
"Time to wake up, it's morning!" A sweet voice coos into the darkness. A kernel of light blinks into existence, far off from where you are. You pad towards it and more voices bounce in the shadows, "Silly, the sun is up so you should be too!" "Wakey wakey!" "GET UP! We have to move!" "Wake up, it's time for training." "–WAKE UP!" "Moon of my life, the sun is awake–" An endless sea of voices: rough and smooth, warm and cold, high pitched chirps and deep growls– all swarming the void around you like invisible smoke. Giggles and shouts twist in a tight, violent circle around your ears, closing in as your walk speeds up, anxious for something. For what? You're not sure. That first voice again, so loving that it fills your soul with a sort of giddy laughter and you start to run. "Wake up my sweet one, my baby. Time to open those beautiful eyes." You reach the light and blink into the bright world. "Good morning, my dearest love!" Your mother purrs– and you wake up. An odd dream, you think as you stretch lazily in your nest. Yawning, bleary eyes glance around an empty den. Wait a minute. An almost empty den. Almost, because there was a mountain of grey fur practically falling out of a nest closer to the center of the den. What was once bleary was now wide awake, wild with a frantic energy that all but shrieked, "I'm late!" Apprentice or Warrior, in SkyClan, the earlier the better. Sleep is for the weak, no matter what dreams may come. Well, unless you're Stormtrail. That cat was still snoring away in his nest– but you know better than to wake him. The subtle rumblings of the Clan say that if he's up before sun high, then something bad will happen. The evidence is substantial but honestly you don't put stock in rumors. Hurrying out of the den, you can just about hear the rantings and ravings of Branchstar as your eyes adjust to the influx of light filtering into camp. Of course, you aren't exactly paying attention when Briarfrost pads up to you, eyes bleary and clearly relieved to see you. "Your turn to watch him." Her words made you freeze, the fur along your spine prickling. "Oh no" the groan slipped past your teeth, ears flattening in an expression of despondency. "Yup. You were the last one out of the den. I took the night shift and Gnarledtooth said he'd take the afternoon water. Which means– you get the morning shift."A whimper is lodged in your throat, Bramblestar is insufferable in the mornings. As the male got older and more... forgetful, he's all but forced the warriors of SkyClan to make sure he doesn't wander off. Last time he was unwatched, he wandered down to the Thunderpath and was nearly run over if it weren't for some ThunderClan cats who were on patrol. As a result, the once proud leader now has to be babysat, and it makes him very, very grumpy. "Right. Gotcha."This is what you get for sleeping in. "Wish me luck,"your words made her snort with amusement. "He's in a better mood this morning, has some sort of crazy idea. Try to talk him out of it." Oh joy... you think as you head towards your fate, already feeling your energy draining as you got closer and closer to the leaders den. "Branchstar? It's me–" |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:27:28 GMT -5
SkyClan is a Clan of cats with strongly built hind legs which allow them to jump great heights or distances inherited from their ancestors, ancient SkyClan. They have rough, hard gray pads which help them to jump and walk long distances on hard, rough surfaces without breaking skin, which makes them infected. This feature allows them to climb and hunt in the trees, hence the name SkyClan. They are very powerful cats, who are a bit like ThunderClan. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:29:38 GMT -5
Primarily a forest with patches of reedy, low lying bushes and rocks throughout. Rocky, but not too rocky. Camp is dip in the earth with boulders half fallen on one another, secured in their place by growing trees that support them. Dens are dug under the brambles that grow at the base of the rocks within the encampment. { ☼ } Round Rock - a large boulder closer to the RiverClan section of the territory. Very smooth, an sphere-looking boulder. A patrol point. { ☼ } White Oak - a n oak tree who's bark is completely stripped bare, so it grows white. A climbing tree, marked by all the apprentices past. { ☼ } Mossy Hollow - a spongy section of the territory, a hollow, where apprentices can train and collect moss. { ☼ } Thunder Stones - a line of broken boulders that mark the border for ThunderClan. Kind of like the Snake Rocks of ThunderClan, but more prone to minor rock slides. { ☼ } Golden Reeds - a golden field in the south, past the Round Rock. RiverClan border.
SkyClan is filled with wild creatures that either feed or threaten them. Below is a list of animals widely known to be in the Clan's territory as of right now. Some are more common than others! { Prey }
{ ☼ } Squirrels[Uncommon]
{ ☼ } Robins, Thrushes, Sparrows, & Blackbirds [Common]
{ ☼ } Rabbits & Hares [Uncommon] { Predators & Enemies }
{ ☼ } Hawks, Owls, Falcons, & Eagles [Common]
{ ☼ } Dogs & Twolegs [Rare] { Other Animals } Today's weather is partly cloudy with a nice breeze rolling in. Later in the afternoon, we have a chance for light rainstorms. It is about 68°F (20°C). The current season is late greenleaf. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:30:08 GMT -5
In General Well, we all know forum and ghost rules still apply here, so that is that. Mainly, this rule is a quick rundown of things and some will be expanded upon more in other rules. Just a warning, it is a long list so be prepared to read all of this if you want to join this role-play. We did not type this all out for people to ignore what we say and just do what they want. It is our role-play, we created it, you must abide by our rules or join something else. Stealing is a big no-no. Do not steal or take too much inspiration from this. Ask us if you want to use an idea we came up with, coding, graphic ideas, or anything from this page. Activity There are plenty of rules people dread. Activity and literacy are the ones that come to mind of those people hate most. Oh well, to us, they are indeed necessary. We will get to literacy later, right now, we will focus on activity! Being active and committed are two important key factors to a role-play’s success. There is a difference between the two and they obviously work best together. Before you join our role-play, ask yourself if you may be active enough and if you can commit. Now, we will not be angry if later down the road you leave the role-play or something big happens. However, if you are contemplating whether or not you will leave the forums, sorry, but we kindly ask you not join. Sure, you can be active on here, but if you are not aiming to stay and possibly climb up the ranks of the moderator hierarchy, then once again, this is not for you. We do understand that to create a long-lasting role-play happens, but setting up the roadblocks to potentially make it does a lot. Mods, admins, and members who have high ranks or important plot positions will be asked to be on a lot more. After looking back over the rules, we have decided to lower the expectations. We have deemed that if you are not the most active, alright, but you will miss out on plot positions. If you are active, then you will potentially get those positions. High ranking members will be deleted in five days without notice and regular members will be deleted in seven days without notice. We will not chase you down if you disappear. You will be deleted. Of course, if you come back with a very good reason, you may be reinstated depending on the admin of the Clan. Role-play & Literacy The whole advanced role-play thing is quite debatable, but with our past role-plays, we have introduced a new way to be “advanced” but to where you can relax a little bit. We only ask that you try to have proper grammar, correct spelling, and decent detail. Effort counts and we can see when it is put in. Unlike WCF, paragraphs appear much shorter and we are well aware of that, so do not worry too much about length, however, no shorter than three sentences. There is also a debate with detail.  If you can paint a scene to where we can see it in my head, you have done a good job. However, this is not Lord of the Rings and we do not need to know the exact details of a tree’s bark or the backstory of every thought your character has. When it gets to that, it would be considered “fluff.” With that side of the debate, we agree it is pretty useless. So, please be descriptive, but not to where we have to read ten paragraphs to get the point of your response or starter. The role-play will follow GMT, we will have a timezone chart on the discussion page. This is to help keep things organized. Leaders and head moderators will be responsible for keeping track of time and moving the role-play along. Due to time being tracked with each post, we kindly ask you head your posts. At the top, have the name of your character and the landmark they are closest to. Obviously, please also include the time of day. If you do have special coding, please make sure the colors, text size, and everything else is easy to read. If not, we will kindly ask you not to use it or to edit it so we can read it. Role-playing & Realism Seeing impossible things happen when there can be no real reason for them to happen other than favoritism in the books or just because you want to look cool will not fly here. So please refrain from having your cat fight and kill a badger on their own. Instead of having your cats "smile" or "cry," just expressing that emotion in other ways. Cats can not have powers, they can not fight a pack of dogs without getting injured or by themselves. In the Warriors universe, there are certain things that can and can not happen, so please abide by those rules and our rules. Now, general role-play rules play along with realism. It is too coincidental when your character gets all of the spotlight, so please do not do that. There will be moments when your character’s plot or spot in the limelight will take front and center. God-modding and meta-gaming are a no go for us, so do not even think about it. Please keep in mind that cats do die. We're not asking for you to slaughter them all, but if we have a greencough outbreak, not everyone is bound to survive it. At the same time, please do not go on a killing spree with your cats. Role-playing & Plots With each side plot comes a designated date they can happen depending on who is involved. We will have a calendar for when certain plot points and events will happen and they will be posted in the news section. All side plots need to be approved by an admin or a head moderator. This includes fox attacks on the camp or a badger attack. Kitting needs to be set on a certain date so no one can interfere with that. Keep in mind that there is a system of what takes priority for plots. Main plot events will be priority over everything. Side plots that were decided on a week in advance will follow, then small plots that do not need to be approved. Please ask us before doing it if you are not sure about a certain plot needing approval. We will not be angry. We apologize to kit-stealers, but due to this being the original five Clans, we will not allow outside kit-stealing. It probably will happen at some point in this role-play, but between the five Clans. As for warrior ceremonies, we will accept name requests, but the current leaders will give them their name. This is to stimulate the books a little, however we may name them the name you ask for. Role-playing Rank & Continuity Changes If you were to break the rules and lose your position, we will come up with a reason for your character to step down or something like so. This is not to humiliate you, but to keep the role-play from "jumping" and to keep it smooth. If you were deleted and rejoined, we will simply say that your cats were sick. If you are deleted for the third time, we will announce your cats dead under different names. If you do not like this, well, we are not mentioning your cats, so you can not really get mad. If this does happen, admins or mods will offer throwaway cats for this. Just because you did not follow our rules does not mean our role-play needs to be messed up with continuity issues. Characters & Joining Before you rattle off a bunch of cats that you are joining with, keep reading to learn of the restrictions. Some names will not be accepted. Mostly due to it not making the most sense in our role-play or in the Warriors universe altogether. Make sure you have back-up names in case we ask for that name to be changed. Also make sure the check the prefix list. We will not accept any cats with the prefixes on any list, as they are already used or will be used fairly soon in each Clan. To be a little clearer about this, we will accept a Bluewhisker in one Clan and a Bluepaw in another, but not a Bluekit in either of those Clans. Keep pelt designs realistic. You do not have to be exact with genetics, but two gray cats can not produce a ginger cat. Mutations are alright to have, but we will only allow a handful. For every three kits in every three litters, one cat with a mutation can be born. Know that if you join with an apprentice, you must create a warrior.  We would prefer more warriors over apprentices, as there is no set limit unlike apprentices. We will not allow orphan kits. We are alright with a permanent queen, but their kits must be apprentice aged or older unless you have found a mate for your cat. We may allow pregnant queens, but here is the deal. That cat will not be considered pregnant unless you found someone who is willing to be the father and the two are compatible or at least have a interesting relationship. If you both agree on it, we will put that the two are mates and you may have your cat find out she is pregnant. You have a week to do this and if someone says no, it means no. You can not pressure someone or constantly mention it to the point it is annoying. For those who feel uncomfortable towards LBGTQ+ topics, characters, and forum members, we ask you kindly not to join. We will be open to those characters, members, and we are sure the topic will come up in the role-play. The character restriction has been lifted to allow members more room and feel more comfortable. The prefix save for characters not in use has been raised to six for each Clan. Please inform the admins which prefixes are for the future and which are not. We do still ask that genders be kept somewhat even, but the admin of the Clan you're joining can decide to allow or not allow certain genders until they're even. Ranks So, want to be deputy? Well, you have to be chosen by the admin to get it. Please, please do not apply to be deputy or annoy one of the admins and others with hints in your posts. It is fine if it is a kit, apprentice, or a warrior who is too young to be one. Deputy is a rank in the Clan that is to be earned. We may and probably will take a while on deciding the first deputy. Medicine cats are different. If there is a position for medicine cat open, then you may take it, but you do need to follow the rules for trusted members and higher. Same with deputy, really. Medicine cat apprentices will not be allowed at first, as we want them to be role-played into getting the rank. Trusted members will be chosen by the admin of that Clan, as well as mods. They will be people who have been on the most and we feel like we can trust. They also have the first dibs on possibly recreating this role-play if something were to happen. Mentors are a privilege. While everyone should get an apprentice sooner or later, we will not hesitate to take that away. Courtesy In general, be courteous and respectful to everyone. Keep opinions that can cause wars to yourselves. If you have an issue with someone, take it somewhere else and please for the love of all that is good keep this role-play out of your posts! We do not want negativity linked with this role-play or role-plays somehow linked to this. We expect everyone to be polite and have manners on my role-play. If you go somewhere else and name this role-play because you have an issue with another member stealing your lollipop, we will not be happy. So refrain from that. Be cautious of your words, as they can potentially hurt someone. The saying, "grow a thicker skin," will not always be allowed here. Some things, yes, but more sensitive topics, we ask you be picky with your words. If you have a serious topic that you want to discuss, or even a plot that could "trigger" someone, give a warning first or private message the person you wish to talk to. Luckily, this forum provides a link to some hotlines to help with some things. Consequences This role-play has two systems that determine whether or not you are deleted. One is a universal system and the other is an extra precaution for mods and higher so they do their job. The universal system is called the Star System. It's quite easy. When you receive a star, it means you have done something that has broken our rules. The first star comes with a verbal warning. The second star allows me to delay side plots and take away apprentices. The third star cancels any side plots you have until you have gone back to the second star. Unfortunately, that could have an impact on another person, and cause some more issues, so please do not get this far. The fourth star takes you out of any plots and if you are in a high position, you are demoted. Meaning if you are deputy, you are now a warrior. If you are a mod, you are down to a trusted member. The fifth and final star means you will be deleted in two days if you do not shape up. Depending on the severity of your actions, like you fighting with someone and getting the page deleted, it may have you skip a star or two. You do have a chance to go back down the system after a week's time if you improve. The second system is a strike system. If any negative actions occur and a mod does not reprimand the person at fault, then they receive a strike for not doing their duty. Three strikes equal a star, so be cautious. The layout was created by Rainleaf. The flower background image is one of Rainleaf's personal photos edited to match the layout. The headers were created by Rainleaf in GIMP. The cats in the side images and the banner was created using free stock images and are no way mine. They have been edited by Rain using GIMP. The flower image, however, is Rainleaf's. The history is taken from the official Warriors site and the characteristics are taken from Warriors Wiki. The introduction and territory were written by me. The rules were written by Rainleaf. All characters belong to their respective owners and any art posted belongs to their respective owners. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:30:59 GMT -5
Featherwing | Admin | Active Branchstar, Sweetrose, Stormtrail, Briarfrost, and Wildpaw. Warnings ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ | Secondary Leader | Active Owlscreech and Petunianose. Warnings ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆ | Mod | Active Cherrysong and Rabbitwhisker. Warnings ρłαgυegı .. | Member | Active Timberjaw, Quailfeather, Mulberryleap, and Laurelpaw. Warnings Sweetclover1 | Member | Active Runningfoot, Cinderpaw, and Sootpaw. Warnings ✧ // { ℒıttℓℯ ℘ıstoℓ | Member | Active Nightstag, Waxwing, and Hollowpaw. Warnings bumblestripe | Member | Active Appleblossom, Violetleaf, Mistymoon, Mintfang, and Palefern. Warnings Name | Rank | Activity Characters Warnings News that refer to the role-play, such as plot updates, will be in dark red. News referring to updates outside the role-play will be in pink. Date
News will be written here.
9 September 2016
SkyClan was posted! At 6:00 P.M. forum time, we will be opening! The role-play will begin during the evening.
16 September 2016
Returning from an unfortunate Hiatus, Featherwing is trying desperately to catch up with everything. [/div] |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:31:42 GMT -5
While making your cats, feel free to ask if there are any open relations that you may place your cat in. You do not have to join any families, however. She-cats are italicized. ThunderClan is in #FBE5E8. RiverClan is in #EE9FAD. WindClan is in #300009. ShadowClan is in #150004. Mates, Crushes, & Friendships Blank and Blank are mates. Stormtrail and Owlscreech are best friends. Kin Torrentfall + Cloudwisher = Stormtrail and Featherpaw
Stormtrail + Ruewhisper = Daisykit Timberjaw + Aspenfang = Quailfeather, Honeypaw, and Beetlekit Rabbitwhisker + Sweetrose = Wildpaw Darkclaw + Leafheart = Sootpaw and Cinderpaw
? + ? = Mulberryleap and Oaksting
Oaksting + Sloecloud = Laurelpaw
Mentors & Apprentices
Blank mentors Blank
Rabbitwhisker mentors Cinderpaw
Quailfeather mentors Sootpaw
Petunianose mentors Wildpaw
Sweetrose mentors Laurelpaw
Plots for SkyClan will be placed up here. Small summaries will be written by the person who created the plot. Key characters will also be listed below the plot. Main Plot For the past few seasons or so, SkyClan has had a severe decrease in births, therefore a decrease in apprentices and warriors. As a result, they have had no one to take on the duties as medicine cat apprentice, which was acceptable until the medicine cat fell ill and passed. Meanwhile the mind of SkyClan's leader, Branchstar, is fading fast. He's become forgetful, aggressive, and his aimless wandering is dangerous– particularly since he keeps forgetting to name a deputy. As a result, if you listen to the whispering midnight talks in the warriors den, you'll find a set of cats who are not content with the laughing stock their leader has made the Clan. They want change– and they'll do anything to get it. Matters made worse, Branchstar has decided, without warning, to send one of SkyClans more respectable warriors to long time allies RiverClan for healer training.. well. The discontent has begun to bubble closer to the surface. Key Characters:
Stormtrail. Owlscreech. [ Just about the whole Clan is involved, the coup is welcome to be a whole clan affair. ] Side Plot(s) Branchstar keeps forgetting to have the apprentices' warrior ceremony. Before you post fan art of your characters or scenes, please make sure you have permission by the artist and give them credit. Crediting does not always mean you have permission. There will be lineart provided by Rainleaf, so you are welcome to use that for this role-play only. I will not allow cat generator pictures, even if credit is given.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:32:30 GMT -5
 { ♂ } - - { Branchstar | 89 Moons
{ Skinny, short legged, brown furred tom with slightly unfocused yellow eyes. He’s left ear is pretty chewed up, and his whiskers sit rather unevenly on a heavily greyed muzzle. He walks with a distinct limp in his right hind leg, as he’d been in an accident not long after his appointment as leader. He’s got scars all over the place, from various skirmishes and spats he’s been in over the years. As a munchkin cat, he’s usually underestimated, and he used to take the teasing in good humor but not so much in his later years. As he aged, he got more... forgetful, absent minded. Scatter-brained is the term he’d use, with a chuckle, before wandering off and getting lost in their territory, or worse, someone else’s. Branchstar often forgets to eat, drink... and sleep. And as a result, he’s, well, a bit tightly wound, with irritation bubbling to the surface at the drop of a leaf. What used to be an easy going tom has now become a testy, antagonistic old grump. He also has a terrible habit of forgetting everyone’s names, or calling them the names of cats long since passed. Usually though, he sticks to nicknames, no matter how obnoxious or almost-mean spirited they can be. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:33:14 GMT -5
{ ♂ } - - { Timberjaw | 63 Moons{ A rather large and fluffy furred tom, the suffix of his name was rewarded upon an accident in his youth, landing him with a scarred and crooked muzzle. His jaw juts to one side, lower fang prominent in a trademark snaggletooth and he often times having to tilt his head only to drink and eat properly. His tone has become a bit warbled from the accident, and yet his voice is rich and carries upon desire. With a scar pulling at his lips from the center of his chin, cleaving over his muzzle and toward his cheek, he looks as if a badger decided to chew off his face, for a multitude of smaller scars are to be seen laying there, one of which cutting through the bridge of his nose and leaving him a sort of whistle to each breath, another quite nearly going through his right eye and leaving a cataract partially formed over the yellow hue of his iris. Angular ears are torn and tattered, one of which half ripped off and the scar that pulls from forehead toward his inner ear leaving him deaf in said ear. A thick ruff conceals any scars that may lay at his throat, bristling like a lion's mane and colored dark mottled gray-brown with thick black stripes that curls every which way. His chest and belly lighten only a shade or so from the rest of his fur, the only white to mark his pelt consisting of one toe on his right forepaw. His lucky toe, he likes to call it. Scars cleave through his pelt like rivers through canyons, the worst of which- aside from his face- laying over one shoulder and down his chest, the other not quite appearance by torn flesh, but a kink in his ringed tail that leaves his balance a bit off whenever up in the trees. With large feet and a stocky figure, he looks like a war dog back from a war. Quite contrary to his appearance is one of the kindest, warmest personalities to be found in a cat. The kits may shy away from him for obvious reasons, and yet he is oh so forgiving and patient as to tell them stories till they'll happily curl in the rug of his pelt. His eyes may be sad, and yet he is so warm- his thought process is that every cat, no matter their appearance or heritage, should be considered equal. He treats apprentices as he would warriors, Elders with the utmost respect, and never has he sparked conflict at a gathering. The universal term for Timberjaw is peacekeeper, for until in the thick of battle it is almost as if he doesn't have any claws at all. Now, you may be wondering, how does such an easy going and kind feline come upon his injuries? Surely, they weren't warranted, were they? Of course not. An accident is what they were- or a majority of them anyways. His jaw from a terrible fall as an apprentice, his nose from the fang of a fox, his eye and ear from a well deserved clawing of a Shadowclan warrior; very few of his injuries are delivered at the paws of clan cats, cats in general to be frank, and those that are can be found to be delivered in the throng of battle or a simple border skirmish where he so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. As a young warrior he became particularly close to Aspenfang, a lovely she-cat whom later on bore him two daughters and a stillborn son he named Beetlekit. Once his eldest daughter Honeypaw and his mate died, he developed a close bond with his youngest daughter Quailfeather, of whom he now tutors in aspects where he's determined her not particularly strong in... Battling, to be precise. { ρłαgυegı .. { ♀ } - - { Cherrysong | 60 Moons{ A dark ginger she-cat with almond shaped that are the color of the sky. Her short soft pelt has dark browns and light creams splashed onto her pelt her face is slim and feminine while her shoulds and her build is athletic and muscular. Her tail is long and has white hairs at the end of it. Her belly is different from the rest of her pelt it's a snow white color that no one can really see. The tips of her ears are a soft cream color while her muzzle is coated with splashes of brown and cream. Her whiskers are long and feathery, she doesn't like them half the time. Cherrysong is an outgoing loud mouth she-cat with a loud voice when she is excited or just happy. When she is sad or frightened she becomes soft and gentle. The ginger she-cat can be very loud or obnoxious, and has a very hard time keeping her opinions to herself. When she gets really excited she starts rambling until what she was suppose to keep in comes out. She will feel bad and everyone would forgive her in the end, but won't tell her their secrets again. Although she's untrustworthy she's nice, she always wants to help with a problem and will try her best to cheer you up or give the best possible advice to give. The ginger she-cat may not seem like she's mature at times but she that's usually because of her excited and hyperactive personailty. At times, when a serious topic is at hand she will treat it as such and become mature in an instant. { ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆ { ♂ } - - { Rabbitwhisker | 56 Moons{ A lithe athletic gray tom-cat with large icey blue orbs. His pelt is a dark gray with a white chest, a white muzzle, and white paws, he keeps it groomed and clean since his motto is that a clean warrior is a happy warrior. His face is slim with white hairs on chin and forehead above his whiskers. While the rest of his body is lithe and athletic is limbs aren't, usually SkyClan cats of long legs but he has normal sized legs and he hwas a hard time jumping long distance umps due to the lack of long limbs. Rabbitwhisker is usually a cheerful happy go lucky tom, but that changed when he met Sweetrose after she left him he became bitter towards other she-cats thinking they'll just use him like she did. He hates himself for making himself vunerable to her and not sticking to his morals but he loved her he honeslty loved her. Although, she didn't love him resulting into complete and utter destructuon to his heart. Although something came good out of it whihc is his daughter Bumblepaw he always smiled and a bit of old personality shined through when she was around. { ☆~𝓒𝑦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔞~☆ { ♀ } - - { Sweetrose | 55 Moons{ Soft ginger fur, like a strawberry blonde as twolegs would call it. Dark amber eyes, comparable to honey from a honeycomb. Her body is relatively lithe, with muscles sleek and well oiled, so to speak. There is a dark, rosy scar on her left shoulder, stretching halfway down and across her chest. A gruesome reminder of a near death experience from her apprenticeship. Sweet tempered, she is not. Sarcastic, slightly cruel, and more than a little cold blooded, she only looks sweet. Don’t be fooled by her innocent act, this female is cunning and has very few moral standards that she actually commits to. Sweetrose is more of a love ‘em and leave ‘em sort of she-cat and genuinely considers males the lesser gender. The only thing they can offer her is the one thing she covets most of all– daughters. Sons, she considers a lost cause and the ones she had often meet a tragic end before long. Not by her paws, never, but if they wander out of camp and fall prey to the dangers of the wild, well. You won’t find Sweetrose weeping for long. Power is what she wants, what she feels she deserves and she is thirsty for blood. But the likelihood of her actually stepping forwards and exerting the energy to grasp that power is small. She’s too content with her relatively laid back lifestyle– as laid back as a warrior can be that is. Her children, the daughters that is, are her life. She adores her babies, spoiling them as much as she can and if you think for one moment that she wouldn't give her life for them, well. You'd be horribly wrong. Hurt her daughters, and you will live to regret it. Probably. { Featherwing { ♂ } - - { Stormtrail | 40 Moons{ There must be some sort of Maine Coon or Norwegian Forest Cat somewhere in his history because this tom is enormous. Capping 20lbs when well fed and healthy, this dark grey male isn’t exactly the softest looking kitty despite his long fur. Pale gold eyes glare down at the incompetent and generally idiotic. There is a large scar across his right eye, crossing over his muzzle and down his left cheek, caused by a falling branch during the torrential rainstorm that swept away his sister. Faint tabby markings linger on his face, legs and tail, though the rest of him remains a dark grey. His massive paws, ears and tail tip are essentially black. Long, double layered fur cover thick muscles, making him seem even larger than he actually his when he’s floofed out, although his mass is still impressive when properly soaked. Most assume it’s fat. It’s not, it’s all his fur. “It’s poofy.” They say he used to purr, and even… laugh. But that was a time long since lost. Now his face is severe, stoic is the softest it’ll get– unless confronted with kittens. He’s just gruff then, with something of a deep rumble resembling what might, in some universe, seem like a purr, escaping his chest. Stormtrail is a well known growler, even his attempts at being civil sound vaguely hostile. However he's a warm soul. The stoic expression and hard gaze does not dampen the pure I-will-save-you aura he puts off. He has a saving people thing, though it's not unchecked. Losing cats breaks his heart and he tries in every way shape or form to keep everyone alive. He's fire, the sun. He will never go down without a fight and Death will take him snarling and scratching. He trusts too easily, assuming that no one has ulterior motives, in this way he's naive. Stormtrail does not know the meaning of subtle. He sees no point to it, it's not honest. If he kept his temper unmanaged, then he'd spend his days killing liars and betrayers. Loyalty keeps him warm at night. Hates mornings with the fire of a thousand suns. It is a well-known fact– dare wake him before 10am and you’ll suffer for it. History would argue that the day of his birth was a traumatic one, a bloody dawn that should have been peaceful was torn asunder. Never mind that he wasn't the only kit in that litter, but he was one of the two surviving, to a mother who was made barren by the strain. It is rumored that the morning Stormtrail was born, his father slipped and fell into the river, hitting his head in the process and drowning. His mother followed her mate into death mere 10 moons later, an early patrol and a rockslide crushed her. A sister, presumed dead after an early morning adventure went wrong during a heavy rainstorm. His mate birthed early and at dawn, like his own mother had. His mate– Ruewhisper, was not as lucky as she died. Bloodloss cited as the cause and the rest of their litter perished– save one daughter, Daisykit. Daisykit made it to three moons but one morning she just did not awaken after having the sniffles the night before. With this sort of record, it is evident why no one wants to disturb him before the sun is high enough in the sky to chase away whatever curse is lurking in the night's shadows. { Featherwing { ♀ } - - { Petunianose | 37 Moons{ Like the flower itself, Petunianose a soft-looking she-cat. Her thick fur makes her look a little larger than she actually is, and short legs make her smaller than she'd like. Her body is quite long - as is her tail - and she has a wedge-shaped head with wide-set ears and close-set dark green eyes, giving her somewhat odd-looking proportions. It is obvious that she isn't a Skyclan-born cat. Her fur is a soft tan in color, with her chest and underbelly being paler shades of tan. The toes on each paw are a crisp white in colour, as is her tail-tip. Flecks of a darker tan fleck over her back and haunches, giving a rather interesting effect. A small dash of white flicks between her eyes, and another dots her chin. Her cheekfur is rather fluffy, as is the fur of her elbows and haunches. Her body is lean-muscled and slender underneath all of that fur. A long scar drags from her left shoulder, along her side before it twists up onto her back. It parts her fur in an ugly way, with smaller scars dotting around it. Petunianose is more of a shy she-cat, not one to interact with many others much. It's more like she isn't one to go out and interact, but would willingly accept others to come and interact with her. She holds an air of patience, always there to listen to anyone talk; not that she would actually talk back though. She is considered a mute, having never spoken a single word since she joined the Clan. What no one really knows though, is that she had gone silent through a traumatic experience. Admittedly however, she doesn't trust too easily; a lot of her 'trust' is a bit of a lie, as she'll rarely let a cat walk behind her, and she tends to look over her shoulder a lot. Call her paranoid, but she's been cautious since the day a fox managed to ambush her and her family. Frankly, Petunianose finds herself lucky to be alive, considering the size of the scar that beast gave her. This causes her to be extremely skittish when she scents a fox, or even if someone mentions one. If she's on-alert, she can become jumpy at loud noises. It's hard to blame her, though, with what happened. Her family was practically murdered right in front of her eyes. She has every right to be nervy and cautious about who she trusts. If anyone actually knew what really went on in her past. { ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ { ♀ } - - { Quailfeather | 37 Moons{ She is of a relatively compact build, with long muscled legs and larger white toed paws built for easy footing up in the trees. Fluffy brown and gray mottled fur is riddled with an assortment of darker tabby markings, mimicking that of her father's familiar pelt, if a tad more defined in the striping. She holds to her structure a soft and somewhat plump appearance, always having a bit of a belly on her despite her best efforts come even the dead of leafbare. With a soft, open face and rounded ears, her large and relatively circular eyes, resting right above a rather small dark cherry heart-shaped nose accentuate her kit-like facial structure and innocence of appearances. Pale creamy halos surround her emerald eyes, lightening the bridge of her nose to a soft downy gray and fading outward into a dull creamy muzzle. Cream spills from her maw and down her throat, chest and along her belly, fanning over a majority of her inner forelegs and expanding into crisp boots at her hind paws. Near-blackened tufts of fur poke out in a rumpled fashion along her pelt, forming rings about her plume of a tail and leaving only strips of lighter creamy underside and gray-brown striping of a base. All things considered, she'd quite the friendly feline. Drooping ivory whiskers accentuate the lightest tremble of quiet entertainment, an emotion most often felt by the typically quiet and observant feline. Caught between introverted and opinionated, she's what she considers the average Joe of the cat world. There's little separation between her and others; in a piece of work, she would be one of the hundreds in the background with nothing other than her shape to signify her presence. Despite her typical and boring nature, she indeed does try to have her own identifying little quirks. She's not particularly extravagant in her hunting or fighting technique, though she enjoys hunting a tad more. Her favorite season is new-leaf, and she likes the breeze through her pelt. Quailfeather has had a good relationship with her family, to absolutely no one's surprise. She never really met her brother- Beetlekit was a stillborn, named only so Starclan may have a title to call him by. She and her sister Honeypaw were quite close until separate training interests drew them apart, though relations were quite fine until Honeypaw and her mother Aspenfang passed of Greencough during her late apprenticeship. All this aside, this rather modest and warm-hearted female has maintained a relationship with her father unlike any other. She is at his side whenever possible, continuing to learn whatever he may teach her and trying rather hard to unnecessarily prove herself as worth noticing to the rest of her clan. { ρłαgυegı .. { ♀ } - - { Waxwing | 35 Moons{ Named after the beautiful species of bird, this pale silverish creme she-cat with red points and darker creme back surely fits what her name implies. Waxwing's fur is short and sleek, designed so that the rain slips off her with ease, just like a bird's feathers. Her eyes, like all pointed cats, are a striking blue color. Her skills with her claws, in both hunting and fighting, are fantastic. Quite the social butterfly at gatherings, she will usually join the largest group of warriors she can find. Despite her apparently playful personality, her own Clanmates tends to avoid her. Waxwing relishes in the fear she can instill into her Clanmates. She'll often call others names, loudly speak out her opinions (especially her hate for Branchstar), tell dark nursery tales to young ones, and in extreme cases, provoke bloody fights between herself and a Clanmate, or sometimes even two different Clanmates. If her looks didn't send a tom's hearts racing, it would be the way she looked at them that surely would, and not in a good way. Behind the layer of liveliness that always seems to be there, they seem to hold a tortured soul, one filled with fear, hate, and anxiety, and it's not hard to see why. Appleheart, her birth mother, had once fallen in love with Branchstar. However, the leader did not seem to notice her feelings. She became bitter, but soon after took Tumbleclaw as her mate, and bore him a single kit, who grew to be Waxwing. Appleheart confided in Tumbleclaw, about her newfound hate for their leader. Tumbleclaw knew about her past love, and suggested that they eliminate him. It was decided to be at dawn, when their Clanmates where still to tired to do anything, but the attack went horribly wrong. Tumbleclaw was killed by Branchstar when the former attacked the latter, and when Waxwing's mentor - Lilylight - came to help, she was attacked by Appleheart. She overcame Appleheart, killing her, but succumbed to serious wounds later that night. { ✧ // { ℒıttℓℯ ℘ıstoℓ { ♂ } - - { Owlscreech | 34 Moons{ This tom takes on a more 'handsome' appearance.. or he'd rather like to think that himself. Owlscreech has a sleek pelt takes on mottled shades of brown - which seems to have ticked tabby markings, too. His tail is bobbed and fluffy; much like a rabbit's, with a white underside. His underbelly, inside his legs, his chest, throat, and the bottom-half of his face are all white, too. He has wide yellow eyes reminiscent of an owl's, with amber flecks within them. His wide but smaller ears often hide beneath how fluffy his ears themselves are, almost blending into the thicker fur of his head. He has a long-legged, lean-muscled build, with a streamlined body and surprisingly dainty paws. His muzzle is rather pointed and long, and he has an overall graceful air about him. How he acts, however, is a huge contradiction to how elegant he may be. Owlscreech is loud, obnoxious, and arrogant. He does what he likes whenever he likes, and he couldn't give two rat-tails about how anyone feels about him. He has a loud voice that carries easily, and he often raises it on purpose. He exaggerates often; claiming to do some deed or that. Perhaps, one day, he'll do something that's truly incredible, and it'll become something akin to the boy who cried wolf, as that's exactly what he is. As a compulsive liar, he finds himself making up lies that even he gets convinced of - and then he has to remember which lie he's told who. There's no doubt that he's a great hunter, though. He's caught larger birds by himself before; he knows what he's doing. However, his overall obnoxious, arrogant attitude can certainly do some working with. It might be good that he doesn't care what other cats think, but he does need to take some consideration in their comfort zone. He's extremely prone to breaking personal boundaries; often getting right in another cat's face. Yep, annoying but skilled, it's easy to feel extremely conflicted about him. { ƑαƖƖєη Sтαяѕ { ♀ } - - { Palefern | 34 Moons{ Palefern is a pale ginger tabby, who's stripes are only marginally darker than her base coat. Bright amber eyes gleam out of a long furred face and although her bone structure is angular, the volume of the fur keeps that fact mostly hidden. Her fur is thick and long, hiding the muscular body beneath it's weight. When damp, she looks vaguely like a wet rat. Lynx-like tufts tip her ears and her tail is feathered. Optimistic and mostly kind hearted, she loves to banter and enjoys a good, light-hearted argument. Due to her jovial nature, she's not one to take rules or the like seriously. Adventurous and somewhat rebellious, she'll pick a fight and stick with it regardless of what others think as long as she think she's right. She's got fiercely protective tendencies towards her Clan.
{ bumblestripe { ♀ } - - { Briarfrost | 32 Moons{ A blue grey she-cat with thick but short fur and a round face. Light blue eyes are calm and settled, like new ice on a lake. However, she’s got this tuft of fur on the top of her head that just. Won’t. Lie. Flat. It drives her crazy. A bouncy cat, with strong, thick hind legs for pushing her off the ground and climbing trees, while her forelegs are slightly shorter and thinner– an angora style build without the fur. She’s got a long tail, great balance, and on another note rounded ears that are always pricked for gossip. Oh how she loves it. She does, however, not spread the gossip she hears. Think of her as a well of knowledge, she simply listens and collects. Sometimes even granting little wishes, like dropping hints to the tom you like, or telling your apprentice a scary story so they work harder to be done by nightfall. Also, if you have something that very few know about, chances are that Briarfrost somehow knows it too and or pretends she does. She's very good at weedling information out of you, and keeping it secret– for a price. She’s witty and enjoys inflicting puns on unsuspecting apprentices, particularly her own. She obviously doesn’t know everything, but she projects this air that she does. If confronted, Briarfrost will simply say “Well I never said I knew everything.” A smug remark, and It’s true. She is... an exasperating figure to be around. { Featherwing { ♂ } - - { Mulberryleap | 30 Moons{ He's a dark ginger and black hued Somali cat, if that would aid in putting his physical appearances into perspective. Long, a tad bit on the thinner spectrum despite his moderately fluffy fur, he's gifted with one of the more commonly seen Skyclan figures. Muscled legs, the back slighty longer for extra power- compact shoulders, large paws for climbing, and a beautiful plumage of a tail seen like a squirrel among the trees. If he were ever to have kittens, he's rather adamant on naming one Squirrelkit– given all the jokes he's had to endure as a little one and well placed jibes that he's found on the verge of annoying, yet amusing all the same. Short, angular ears, a mildly narrowed face, and lightly slanted vibrant pale yellow eyes. He holds himself with a straight spine and prestigious resonance, often holding to his expression a mildly sleepy look that adds to his fluffball nature. While he's the aura of a decent leading figure about him, this nap-happy tom cat isn't to be trusted to uphold his own without a guide of sorts. Frequent midday naps are his favorite, otherwise seen basking belly up in the sun and igniting his already somewhat fiery coat. Easy going, laid back- the only time he ever really has a 'go getter' attitude is when the hunt is on and he's in the trees, up to his no good shenanigans of using his weight to shake leaves on those below. That in mind, it of course makes sense that the Leaf Fall would be his favorite season, as when he does get his childish tendencies he does enjoy leaping out of leaf stacks. One of two- Mulberryleap had with him a practically twin brother, Oaksting. The duo were clanborn, and in their early warriorship Oaksting was revealed to be the far more ambitious and problematic brother. Tortured by the loss of his parents as a little one, Oaksting adopted more violent tendencies and, one day, tore Mulberryleap's ear from the tip half way to the base. The two fought, their friendship and brotherhood ebbed away, and then Oaksting came upon his mate. For a while the two brothers had bonded over the birth of Oaksting's sole kit Laurelkit, until the former died in a border brawl and his mate shortly thereafter. You may be wondering how this all pertains to Mulberryleap, so let me finish- with his brother gone, Mulberryleap has taken on the "funcle" role to young Laurelpaw, and while he tries to be a good adult figure finds he's far too easy going in nature to tolerate her antics for long. { ρłαgυegı .. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:33:49 GMT -5
{ ♂ } - - { Mintfang | 28 Moons{ Mintfang is a shortfurred, silver tabby tom– nearly white really. His faded grey markings are faint except for the distinct M on his head, as well as the stripes on his legs and his tail. An angular face with wide, petite pointy ears. His ear tips are black along with his tail tip. Mintfang has light blue eyes. An energetic cat, he is particularly attracted to dangerous stunts– all for the adrenaline rush you see. Well, that and the attention. He deliberately acts goofy and tries to garner as many eyes on him as possible. His bark is worse than his bite, i.e. he's sarcastic and difficult to work with due to his attention seeking tendencies. { bumblestripe { ♂ } - - { Nightstag | 27 Moons{ Nightstag is a very feminine tomcat, from his lean, gentle features to his caring and mother-like personality. His soft, feathery pelt is of black coloration, with white underfur that covers all of his legs and causes a stripe to run down his face. Upon his back are spots that form a pattern not unlike a fawn, and the rest of his body is flecked with white fur as if he had raced through freshly fallen snow, excluding his shoulders, the base of his tail, his upper legs, and his face. The white tip of his tail is also slightly bent to the left. His most striking feature, however, is his large and intelligent golden eyes. This cat is desperate to please, and constantly afraid others are disappointed or mad at him. He finds it hard to read others emotions, so he often misunderstands what cats mean when they are talking to him. He cannot see things that are very far away, but his sense of hearing is impeccable, able to pick out the sound of a mouse scuddling in the dirt much easier than the average clan cat. He loves to help around camp, especially in the nursery. It is thought he likes it so much because he grew up fending for himself since he was young, as he was a rouge kitten when he stumbled upon the camp by chance. Even though he refuses to talk about it, it is assumed his mother is dead by the way he decided to join the clan almost immediately. Nightstag is an openly gay cat. { ✧ // { ℒıttℓℯ ℘ıstoℓ { ♀ } - - { Mistymoon | 26 moons { Mistymoon is a pale silver tabby she-cat with medium length fur and a feathered tail. Her body is built like the average SkyClan cat, strong back legs and hardened paws for climbing and jumping. Her ears are wide and pointy, a trait that runs in her family along with her light blue eyes. At first glance she is timid, unlikely to attract attention to herself. Instead, she keeps her opinions quiet unless directly asked for– at least, until you over hear her amongst her closest friends. The contrast is startling, for where there was once an introvert is a smiling, playful cat who is hard pressed to keep her mouth shut. Again, this is only amongst her closest of companions– amongst most of the Clan she remains a quiet cat. { bumblestripe { ♂ } - - { Violetleaf | 26 moons { Violetleaf is a large, dusky black tom with faint grey undertones. His fur, although medium in length, gets longer around his neck in a sort of mane, and his tail is feathered. His long ears are tipped with lynx-like tufts of fur, giving him an overly floofed appearance. Hazel eyes peek out of a dark face– gold and amber flecked green eyes. Light hearted and friendly, despite his intimidating appearance, Violetleaf cares quite a bit about others. Considered mildly flirty, he is a smarmy sort of fella, not above a sharp tongued comment. { bumblestripe { ♀ } - - { Appleblossom | 26 moons { Appleblossom is a dark, russet she-cat. Not quite red, no, instead it's a ruddy redish-dark brown. Rust colored, really. Large paws and a floofy mane are her calling cards. Her face, while angular, has long cheek fur that makes it appear softer unless damp. Pointy ears with tufts of fur atop them and blue eyes are always listening and watching. While visually intimidating, her mothering personality shines a light on her kind temperment and sweet words. She finds herself lonely at times, and wonders, if ever briefly, if she'll find someone to share it with. { bumblestripe { ♂ } - - { Runningfoot | 25 moons { Runningfoot is a thin, long legged tom with short fur that is rather bristly and rough to the touch. He has a pale brown coat, a softer, cream underbelly and "socks." Where his fur is longer- which is his tail and the base of his legs- it tends to stick out, impossible to groom into submission. The tom has pale green eyes and a small nick in his ear from a border skirmish. Runningfoot is a rather energetic tom, well, around other toms he is. If he's around a she cat (or tom) he likes, he becomes rather nervous and awkward, but he means well. The tom is half-clan, his father being a loner he never met. Because of this, he is constantly trying to over compensate for not being fully clan born. He's a bit of an optimist and a romanticist, and has a strong aversion towards fighting, although he will fight if he needs to defend Skyclan. Once upon a time, this energetic warrior dreamed of being a medicine cat, yet never asked due to his half-clan status. He still secretly wishes he was one to this day, and has been known to ask medicine cats about what herbs to use for various situations. { Sweetclover1 |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:34:15 GMT -5
{ ♀ } - - { Cinderpaw | 13 moons{ Cinderpaw is a thin she cat with thick, soft fur that is dark grey. She has long legs and a fluffy tail, with small tufts of grey on her ear tips. She has wide blue eyes and a small scar right above her left eyebrow from a run in with another clan. She has a small tuft of white on her chest and a white tail tip. Cinderpaw is clan born, and fiercely loyal to Skyclan. Her mother died in a skirmish on the thunderclan border, making her have a grudge against the cats in that clan. Usually this she cat is rather spunky and energetic, always ready to help her clanmates and friends, and tries her best to do the best thing she can do for Skyclans interest. However, she is incredibly stubborn and a little hot-headed, something that often gets in the way with her mentor. If she thinks she's right, she won't budge on her opinion. At all. She has been held back from becoming a warrior due to her falling extremely ill during leaf-bare, hindering her training process. Her father died from green cough last season. She is close to her surviving littermate, Sootpaw. { Sweetclover1 { ♂ } - - { Sootpaw | 13 Moons{ Sootpaw is a long legged tom with short, thick, dark grey fur, much like his sisters. He has wide blue eyes, and a small patch of white on his chest. He has faint tabby markings, that are slowly fading as he grows older, making him and Cinderpaw slowly look more and more like each other. He is slightly larger than his sister, and incredibly protective over her. He was the one who inherited the common sense in their family, and is often following Cinderpaw to make sure she doesn't do anything too life-threatening. The tom is usually quiet, more of an observer and follower than a leader, again the opposite of his sister. His mother died in a border skirmish, and his father died of green cough, leaving just him and his sister, Cinderpaw. When Cinderpaw fell ill, the tom decided he would remain an apprentice until his sister was ready to become a warrior alongside him. { Sweetclover1 { ♂ } - - { Wildpaw | 12 Moons{ Athletic light brownish blonde tabby tom with wide, round amber eyes. His fur is short and despite the amount he sheds, it's quite thin. He doesn't have much to defend against the winter. His legs are on the longer side, with hind legs that are thick and muscular for propelling him up trees. A climber, his mother once murmured fondly as he clambered up the supporting trees within camp. He genuinely looks forward to getting some scars, "females think they're rugged" he'd explain with his chest all puffed up and an arrogant gleam in his eyes. Low pain tolerance, and he's working on it but he really really hates the sight of blood and too much of it can make him faint. Particularly if it's his own blood. He's.. needy. He needs validation, he needs affection and he needs attention. So, he causes trouble, not heaps of it– just minor disturbances here and there in the hopes that someone, anyone, will pay attention to him. Probably because his mother couldn't– more like wouldn't– give him the necessary love he required as a kitten. So now he's just desperate to acquire her, and everyone's, approval. Kind of a brat. Well, not kind of. Definitely a brat. He acts entitled and sour when he doesn't get his way and often tries to complain to his mother, who will more often than not ignore his presence and or shoo him off. He comes across his snake-like tendencies honestly, cruel comments are just a tongue flick away. But in his heart he's good– deep, deep deeep down. { Featherwing { ♀ } - - { Laurelpaw | 11 Moons{ A dainty little lass, with a pretty face soured only by her surplus of attitude. She's a petite long-haired she-cat, a dilute calico to describe her pelt coloration correctly. Dull cool blue and faded ginger blend into big colored blotches along her pelt, freckling to smaller spots atop he bridge of her nose. An ivory check mark colors her chest, the only other spot of white to be seen adorning her mottled pelt consisting of the toes of her small paws. Drooping feathery whiskers mimic the tufts emerging from her ears, adding a mildly pouty complexion to her otherwise open face, ruined only by wide and alert yellow-green eyes. A little ball of righteous fury she is, small lightly curved ears often laid back in a physical expression of aggravation. She carries her head and tail high, resorting to clever wit and sassy remarks to defend herself from the reproach of her clan mates. Her intolerance toward others is impeccable, filing her sarcasm and deliberately annoyed tone into a weapon of mass destruction given some particularly vexing felines. Honestly, she's able to scorch others with her wits alone and would happily do so- concern for others' feelings has never been in the forefront of her mind and- on the rare occasions she does attempt to hold her tongue- her expression is open and easily read, typically consisting of disdain in one form or another. A tad bit narcissistic, she views most cats as beneath her and holds physical beauty to high standards in a romantic interest as well as whether they may be clever or not to match her. This little punk prides herself on being a pure blooded Skyclan cat and holds slight prejudice toward those whom are not clanborn, though she's faced retribution for it many times on the account of her fellow clan mates and parents before their "passing", as she may like to say it. Her father may have gone in the brawl of battle and her mother to the illness to have swept through the clan like wildfire so long ago, but she has yet to fully accept their deaths and become particularly confrontational whenever they may be brought up. { ρłαgυegı .. { ♀ } - - { Hollowpaw | 8 Moons{ This young she-cat is known as Hollowpaw. Her grace and beauty is undeniable, with soft, long fur patched with the colors of leaf-fall. Brown, black, and ginger-red cover her body, and she is built with the trait of long and powerful legs, from her SkyClan mother, and the large size of her Maine Coon kittypet father. Due to her lineage, she appears much older than any cat her own age, looking more like a full grown male than an apprentice she-cat. Her eyes, which are copper in color, are always calm and watchful. She is eager to learn, and more of the strong-silent type. When training, Hollowpaw is most likely to watch and wait for her turn to repeat, instead of impatiently jumping in. However, she is easily angered, and when she looses her cool, the first thing in sight might become a victim to her claws. Her temper also gives her a dark side, and in the heat of battle, she would not be afraid to take on or even kill any opponent who crosses her, even if it cost her her life. Her mother, Ashfang, was once a loyal member of Skyclan, before stumbling upon a kittypet only slightly younger than her on a solo assignment as an apprentice. Ashfang immediately fell for the stranger, who was called Prince, and they met everyday. One day, after Ashfang had become a Warrior, she discovered she was to have kits. The Clan was overjoyed for her, but little did she know, a massive battle was looming over them all. The kits where due to arrive at any moment when news of an invasion reached the nursery. SkyClan was in a panic, but she knew where she would go. As fast as her swolen belly would allow her, Ashfang made her way off to Prince's home, where she was welcomed by his twolegs. However, things could not remain peaceful forever. Shortly after Ashfang's kits had been born, she died from an unknown illness, and two of her kits also passed a moon later. Stricken with horror and grief, Prince took his only surviving daughter to SkyClan. Hollowpaw has not seen her father since, but still remembers him clearly, and is determined to prove that being half-kittypet means nothing, and actually makes her stronger. { ✧ // { ℒıttℓℯ ℘ıstoℓ |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:34:45 GMT -5
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:35:01 GMT -5
{ ♂ } - - { Falconfoot | 80 Moons
- - Killed in Action. Casualty of a Fox attack on a patrol.
{ ♂ } - - { Waspbite | 76 Moons
- - Succumbed to the cough that swept through SkyClan.
{ ♀ } - - { Cloudwisher | 38 Moons
- - Crushed to death at the Thunder Rocks during a Dawn Patrol.
{ ♀ } - - { Aspenfang | 36 Moons
- - Succumbed to Greencough.
{ ♀ } - - { Ruewhisper | 36 Moons
- - Bloodloss from After Birth.
{ ♂ } - - { Oaksting | Unknown Moons
- - A brawl gone wrong.
{ ♀ } - - { Sloecloud | Unknown Moons
- - Illness
{ ♂ } - - { Darkclaw | Unknown Moons
- - Unknown.
{ ♀ } - - { Leafheart | Unknown Moons
- - Unknown.
{ ♂ } - - { Torrentfall | 30 Moons
- - Officially: Slipped and fell into the then raging river, drowned.
{ ♀ } - - { Featherpaw | 11 Moons
- - Drowned, the fell in the river during a storm and was never seen again.
{ ♀ } - - { Honeypaw | 11 Moons
- - Succumbed to Greencough.
{ ♀ } - - { Daisykit | 3 Moons
- - Succumbed to the cough that swept through SkyClan.
{ ♂ } - - { Beetlekit | --
- - Stillborn.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 8, 2016 21:35:18 GMT -5
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 9, 2016 11:26:19 GMT -5
SkyClan is now open
Welcome to the First Official O-Five Clans! |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 11, 2016 20:58:32 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Halfway to Moonhigh Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ ooc ]
The sun was long gone, but as per usual a dark shadow lurked in the camp entrance, glaring at all the late comers into camp. He pondered, briefly, if it was the sun's presence that shined a light on his misdeeds. He'd been pious, as any good Clan cat should be. He prayed day and night, during his mate's pregnancy but regardless she was ripped from him. Then again, when his precious Daisykit caught that cough, peering up at him with round, watery grey eyes as she snuffled to the medicine den. She never left it, not two sunrises later she took her last tiny breath in his paws. So, the male wondered as he watched the moon, was StarClan real? Or was it just a figment of hope meant to swallow all thoughts of treachery. Perhaps his few doubts were what sent his child to her grave. He wondered...
Was it just him? It couldn't be. The whole of SkyClan suffered. He got up one early morning to find out that the medicine cat, Waspbite, had also succumbed to the sudden cough that took a number of cats that late new leaf. Two moons without a healer and the Clan suffered. Branchstar didn't seem to care about the state of the clan, much less that they wer also missing a deputy– it was a right old mess. "Can't get anything done around here" he grumbled quietly, scowling as he glared about camp. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Sept 11, 2016 22:15:47 GMT -5
{{ a few things:: everything is lovely, for starters, and your little text box is amazing ;v; i'm so happy this finally opened lol
also, here's timberjaw - Timberjaw;;
The sun had set only a short period ago, he had thought. Nothing too terribly long. He must had fallen asleep, dozing in the warmth of the den despite his best efforts, for soon a prod to his flank had roused him. Broad head lifted, bleary and partially obscured honey eyes seeking out the smaller, quite tired frame of his daughter standing over him. Young as she was, her nest was quite nearer to the edge of the den, whereas his was quite literally in the center. "Moonhigh Patrol," Her lowered tone reminded him, he rising with a disgruntled harrumph. Nonetheless his frame weaved among his sleeping clan mates and carried him toward the den's exit, admitting him to the center of the camp where his poor sight could only just define the outlines of the separate dens around him. He was a bit surprised, to be quite honest. With his age and "incapability", he would have thought Branchstar would lose the confidence in him to continue with nightly patrols.
Perhaps that is why it warmed his heart so, to know he was still trusted with mundane tasks others may think him no longer fit to achieve. Large paws thumped lightly over the hard packed earth underfoot as his brawny form moved, kinked tail raised behind him and tattered ears angled forward. He had to admit... the night was just a tad bit daunting for the once apt warrior. He feared his senses were quite mute by comparison to what they used to be, his sight lacking on one side, therefore so did his depth perception. His balance was slowly withering away, he could barely hear at all in one ear, his sense of smell was practically torn to bits, and his jaw would ache. Maybe it was time he took Quailfeather's advice to retire? No, His stubborn self conscious argued immediately that he couldn't. Not with these conditions. The senior warriors consisted of only a few cats, and he was one of them. They were banding together over Deputy's tasks, as they should, and he could not abandon his clan in such harsh times. They needed the warriors, and as long as his paws were able than he would work. Perhaps I should seek Medicine Cat training. I can barely hunt, I won't be any good for fighting soon- maybe herbs can be my temporary forte before I'm retired to a life of waiting for my own death. He thought to himself, gaze sidling sideways toward the mostly abandoned Medicine Den.
Something told him it wasn't going to be so easy, for when has it ever? - Quailfeather;;
Any thoughts she may have had of returning to her fit rest were trampled out by her soon to arrive nightmares, of which a majority consisted of being mauled by various large predators. She had a terrible fear of being torn to bits by a bigger animal- something entirely irrational and she could only assume came from the appearance her father now bore from his past. His stories of his scars changed frequently enough for her to recognize he wasn't proud of the terrible scar's origins, and yet the variation of a badger or fox here and there remained the same. The idea had horrified her as a kit, and now more so that she realized her father wasn't going to be around to protect her come the possibly new future. Every Leafbare was a scare.
Laying with soft hued eyes open, chin resting atop her dainty paws, she found that her attention sifted from the inner workings of her own mind to Stormtrail's empty nest, the tom undoubtedly still battling his nightly terrors. Her ears twitched back, for she pitied the poor tom. Once upon a time she may have envied his mate, now she only mourned for her loss. A beautiful she-cat she had been, taken far too early upon the birth of a little one whom wouldn't last to see her first memorable Greenleaf. Daisykit's death had to have been the worst, quite honestly. The clan mourned for her and Ruewhisper's loss, and after that passed Stormtrail by like a shadow. She wished only good health and yet life kept tipping downward for him- an endless spiral she'd assume he had once upon a time fought hard to get out of. Blinking in the dark of the protected den, her eyes fell upon the faint outline of her own paws, bathed silver in the moonlight. The experience with Ruewhisper had honestly ruined kits for Quailfeather. Once upon a time she had wanted a family, yes, and now she could only fear the retributions of not only what could happen to her, but those she left behind. The losses have been going on long enough. My mother and father lost Beetlekit, didn't they? And Honeypaw? I'm the lucky one. Her gut twisted, for it was a fearful thought.
The thoughts her sleepy mind conjured weren't pleasant ones, something she fought to change now as she shifted in her nest and drew her legs in close. What could she possibly catch the coming morning? A pheasant? The rare specimen could provide a bit of good luck, perhaps? Or, should she not go hunting, maybe Timberjaw could show her something useful. Funny, how cat's aged. Branchstar's mind was giving out and his body was fit to last another few seasons, whereas Timberjaw's body would fail him long before his mind went. The irony of the given situation, she supposed. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 22:24:55 GMT -5
{I'll post mine on here in a bit.}
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 11, 2016 22:52:54 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Moonhigh, or there abouts Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ Thaaanks. Rain made it for the mods/admins ]
Stormtrail was quite surprised when, crawling out of the den came the grotesque Timberjaw. The monstrous looking tom was not long for the Elders den, in the younger male's perspective. His body– it could only handle so much, Stormtrail should know. "Greetings" he rumbled, tilting his head low with respect. His gold eyes flicked over to Quailfeather, who seemed to be lost in thought. "Moonlit hunt?" The inquiry was an attempt at being soft, so not to disturb the rest of the clan– however his voice carried in it's rough timber regardless of his efforts. Stormtrail paused, hesitation obvious in his expression, "Perhaps- I might go with you?" He was never sure anymore, not amongst his clan mates. To outsiders he's confident– sure of everything and dedicated. However these cats have seen him at his lowest, while he suffered.
Ruewhisper would have laughed at him, poked him in the shoulder and told him to get over it. She'd been his best friend since kithood, they'd trained together, had their vigil together– it was assumed they'd eventually become mates. Not many, if any at all, knew that Ruewhisper had been told she should not have kits. Her body was too fragile in that way to birth them successfully. Predictably, she didn't listen and what she wanted she got. So she, understandably so, went to Stormtrail, begging him to do her this one favor. He agreed, because he wanted her to be happy and logically, they were a good fit. He hadn't been in love with her, no poems could be said about his adoration for his newfound mate. But he loved her, as his friend. Of course, he was terrified for the birth of the kittens, having pestered Waspbite for every bit of information on how to help, and what could go wrong. Afterwards– in a horrible effort to lighten the mood or whatever that nonsense was– the healer had said "everything that could have gone wrong, did. it's a wonder Daisykit made it. A little ball of hope that one." Stormtrail had shooed him off, wanting to be alone with the cooling body of his best friend, their three dead kits and the living one. He did not mourn for love but for the loss of his friend, which on this moonlit night, seemed like just moments ago. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 11, 2016 23:13:19 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Moonhigh Cherrysong | 60 Moons | she-cat [ ooc ]
Cherrysong looked around the camp her ears flatten against her head as she looked around the camp for something to do in order to make herself useful. She fluffed her multicolored pelt and walked around nervously. She didn't know what to do saddly, she wanted to ask anyone to go with her to hunt at least to make herself useful but it seemed everyone was safe in their dens fast asleep. The multicolored she-cat strolled over to the camp entrance nd her ears perked up at the sound of whispering about a Moon high patrol. She looked at the group and didn't want to disturb them but she was craving and itching to do soemthing other than sleep. During the sunlit hours she was bubbly and joyful, but at night she became shy and nervous. She honestly didn't know if she wanted to disturb them or not. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Sept 11, 2016 23:30:37 GMT -5
- Timberjaw;;
"A moonlit hunt does not sound bad," His voice was not as it used to be- baritone and warm and rumbling like the thunder of an oncoming storm. Now it was still warm, yes, but it rasped like the dry scrape of stones and his breath whistled like wind through a canyon. Minor factors he could not help, though he tried desperately to soften his tone for those sleeping around him. Despite his easy agreement with Stormtrail, he found his eyes to wander the tom over in a curious manner. And to think, once upon a time Timberjaw himself has been that big. Not as long, no, but just as thick and quite nearly more stocky. It saddened him really, for he felt short and inadequate in Stormtrail's presence now thanks to the effects of his own age. "You are welcome for as long as you may tolerate my face." For his age, he certainly showed no signs of turning bitter any time soon. He always tried rather hard to encourage kindly relations, if poking fun at himself was a way of achieving as much, he was accepting of the fact and would use it to his advantage.
No sooner had he begun to move yet again did he pause to think, Would Stormtrail suffice as Deputy? Such thoughts frequently occupied his head, for the wellbeing of his clan was a constant concern. And, for perhaps the thousandth time, he agreed with himself. Stormtrail certainly would make an agreeable deputy, it just was not his place to voice such an opinion. That was the matter of leaders, and while Timberjaw could've made one himself, his time passed when his jaw broke so long ago. Thoughts began to wander now, for he was much like Quailfeather in the aspect of having a far too busy mind come the dimly lit nights when all one had to entertain themselves was an imagination. Most cats of the clan pitied the now quiet and cool Stormtrail- Timberjaw sympathized. To lose your love and kittens was truly a horrible thing, and while he considered himself blessed to have one daughter survive, he felt he paid for her survival with the scars adorning his pelt like rivers that gashed through stone.
His belly growled- something he had begun to grow accoustomed to. The sounds it made, even though he felt no hunger, had been foreign to him up until a moon prior. Now they were quite frankly just aggravating. "And how may you be, Stormtrail? All is well? Or perhaps better?" Small talk was not made until they had distanced themselves enough not to disturb any of the others, Timberjaw having chosen to walk on the one side he felt he would actually hear the given response. Had he seen his mottled clan mate, he may have invited her. Though for the time being he only continued as he were, more or less to just keep things moving before he lost his nerve and resumed his sleep. Word of advice: to frighten him, do not go on his deaf side. He ay not hear you, no, but he would most certainly see you. Much better to tip toe on the side of his body with the eye partially obscured by a cataract that warped his vision. A slow, rattling breath, for he had discovered that easy breathing helped reduce the whistle of his torn nose. A smattering of spittle flew from his forced open jaw when he shook his head, thick ruff shaking like that of a lion's mane. He had yet to cover half the distance he was intending and already he felt worn, a subtle hint that he would return fatigued and unwilling to rise as early as he had intended.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 12, 2016 11:03:46 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Well Past Moonhigh, Quarter to Dawn. Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ ooc ]
The muscular tom chuckled, "Your face is not what frightens" meaning the tom's skills are what to be feared. A covert way of saying that Stormtrail submitted to Timberjaw's experience– a political move if there ever was on, if only Stormtrail was a political soul. He just took the terms "elders know best" to the letter, except in the case of Branchstar. When his gaze caught movement, Stormtrail spotted the dappled female. "Cherrysong, would you join us on a late night hunt before the dawn?" He extended the offer curiously, though he followed Timberjaw as the senior warrior shifted around. He did not wait for a response, assuming her presence would soon appear should she decide that she could tolerate two moderately melancholy toms. "All is... better. Well as it can be, I suppose." He paused, face twisting as he clearly withheld some information. "Would it be forward of me to ask for you advice and opinion on a matter that is not yet public?" He needed to know how to take this information, how to, exactly, go about it. Branchstar had been quite insistent in his lunacy and the large grey tom was quite befuddled. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 14:14:46 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Quarter to Dawn Cherrysong | 60 Moons | she-cat [ ooc ]
The dappled she-cat nodded at the offer she didn't want to intrude on their conversation, but couldn't help but feel wary of what's going on. Although she had to agree Branchstar wasn't quite alright in the head. It wasn't that he wasn't a good leader he was an okay leader, but she couldn't help but shake the feeling that him being leader isn't such a good thing anymore. She looked up at Stormtrail her ear twitched along with her whiskers with curisostiy but still didn't want to intrude on their conversation it wouldn't be right of her. Her fluffed her fur more and looked at the night sky and sighed. She enjoyed the night sky and she wanted to get started with this patrol at least. She was becoming more and more impatient. coding by officialrainleafwcf [/quote] |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 12, 2016 16:56:15 GMT -5
Just Outside of Camp | Almost Dawn Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ ooc ]
He glanced at the female, "I would be honored for your opinion as well, Cherrysong. If you too would promise not to share my confidence with anyone else." He knew Timberjaw, to a point. Knew of his character, where as Cherrysong was respected but not well known to him. "This is not yet public knowledge, I've only been privy to this for.. maybe twelve hours. Branchstar has been, ah, ruminating on this subject since Waspbite's passing. He says he has left the final decision up to me but I do not trust that he will keep this opinion long. Nor do I have any idea when this might happen" Stormtrail sounded cautious, as if he did not want to betray his leader's confidence despite his utter desolation for not knowing the proper answer to this, as of yet, unknown question. "Before I say more on this, I need to have both of your words– I want a promise you will say nothing to anyone about it" coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Sept 12, 2016 17:03:15 GMT -5
{{ forewarning: I may be grounded tonight and my activity reduced oxo - Timberjaw;;
A short croak of a laugh, his half torn ear giving a subconscious twitch to the remark it's twin so easily captured. "Of course not." He agreed with but a twinge of good humor in his words, head turning toward that of his fellow once he heard her name. A sligt inclination of is head, a mildly apologetic gleam to his eye that he had taken so long to notice her. And then, taking one last heavy breath before he moved from the confines of the camp, he honed back in on the conversation and shouldered his way through the growt about him. "Well enough," He decided in response to Stormtrail's withheld response, paying little mind to his lacking transparency. "The pain in your chest will fade eventually. I doubt it's disappearance, but it will fade." His kinked tail flicked to one side, he averting his gaze from his own paws to look back up and take a bramble to the nose. He didn't much mind, ears laying back and he sliding beneath the assailing frond. "You couldn't be too forward with me if you tried, Stormtrail. Ask away." He was trying, considerably harder than normal, to be formal. If anything only because he felt any less would overstep his boundaries with the stoic tom, he flashing his yellow gaze back upon the larger smoky pelted warrior. What could possibly be of such concern was beyond him, but he'd find out soon enough. Just a bit of patience would go a long way, even if he didn't get the privilege of knowing what was troubling his clan mate at the very moment. He did, however, pause to wonder whether or not Stormtrail would bother with something too terribly important in the presence of Cherrysong as well, his head inclining to one side in a gesture that both hinted at his quizzical nature as well as stretched the tense muscle along his jaw and throat. A common movement really, and nothing to be thought on too long when it came to him.
His further commentary, and insistence upon promise, was a bit more baffling. "You've my word Stormtrail." If Timberjaw was anything, it was true to his word. He would keep a secret to his dying breath if necessary, though he typically found some way or another to offer aid through indirect actions or commentary. But judging by what the younger tom said... well he would assume it best to listen, though that was a feat easier said than done nowadays. |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 12, 2016 17:18:48 GMT -5
Outside of Camp | Quarter to Dawn Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ No worries Iro, it's all good. ]
Stormtrail nodded in acceptance of the scarred tom's words. He was worried to speak further without a verbal agreement with Cherrysong but he was anxious enough as it is. He would have to trust she'd keep her silence. "Branchstar has decided to send a warrior to RiverClan and he, ah, would like me to be that warrior." Of course, Branchstar had not been so kind in his request. More like demand, Stormtrail thought somewhat bitterly. "I'd give up being a warrior to become a medicine cat" This also meant he would be forced to give up that small idealistic kernel that he might be chosen as deputy. Not that he really wanted it, others might be more suited to the politics of other Clans than he. But, it had at least been an option. This request, to put it lightly, effectively removed him from the possibility. A cruel move, if there ever was one. Branchstar never liked Stormtrail, who was the son of his long dead rival and a former love interest before she settled for Stormtrail's father.
Settled, that is exactly how Branchstar put it, his spitting words had threatened to invoke Stormtrail's own temper but the warrior had kept his cool. Now he was here, spilling the leader's false confidence with some senior warriors who might help him with this false decision. Either way, they all knew he'd be going. The virtue of choice was a lie, a terribly cruel lie. "The Clan needs a medicine cat, however–" He didn't need to say much else, the implication was there in his words and in his stiff posture. The Clan was also in desperate need of a deputy, a sane one. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 17:59:03 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Quarter to Dawn Cherrysong | 60 Moons | she-cat [ ooc ]
The dappled she-cat gave a sharp gasp of what she heard. She could no longer keep her keep her tongue quit and she whispered quietly. "What? How could he just?" her voice was quiet but shocked and as she kept thinking about it the worse it sounded. "Why? Why is wanting to help Rivercaln but not his own? This is just," she gave a soft growl and her ears flattened against her head. She wanted to comfort Stormtrail but didn't know how, her fur rustled and she looked back at the camp and gave a snort at the leader of Skyclan how could he wish to help another Clan but not his own. This just got under her own fur. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 12, 2016 18:11:06 GMT -5
Territory: Outside of Camp | Near Dawn Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ ooc ]
Stormtrail winced, "No, Cherrysong you misunderstand. We're not helping RiverClan. He wants me to go there to train, as a medicine cat." Lifing his gaze up to the lightening sky, "We should keep walking" he murmured, padding forward slowly. Shoulders hunched with the invisible weight of choice, Stormtrail knew that this should be a relief. He could spend the rest of his life atoning for his lack of piety in moments when one should be more devout than ever. "It's for the Clan, it should be a no brainer, however, I thought it acceptable to seek the advice of those wiser– and you two, you are senior warriors. You can at least advise me." He would never beg, he had too much pride for that, but the large grey tom would ask. Asking hurt no one's pride, and would potentially lend to answers. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by ρłαgυegı .. on Sept 12, 2016 19:15:01 GMT -5
- Timberjaw;;
Given the information he received, it's true he took longer than his only marginally younger comrade to decipher what Stormtrail was saying. He allowed them to muse back and forth a moment before clearing his throat, beginning to speak in a slurred, warbled tone that took a moment to clear itself. "I think..." Another pause, for he had to decipher his words rather carefully. Stormtrail was a fine warrior- too fine to lose. They needed him; his strength, his wit- he was a set of claws on the battlefield they couldn't afford to lose with their dwindling numbers. Aside from that, he was patient and deserved to lead them. Honestly, he did. The battle scarred tom, who knew full well he himself was nearing the end of his use, would have happily traded positions with him if asked. Could have asked his daughter to do the same. And yet he was silenced. He felt as if some persistent little mouse was holding his tongue, urging him to look at things in an entirely new perspective. And so, with a swallow to keep the saliva from spilling out of one side of his maw, he continued:
"You would make a fine Medicine Cat of Skyclan."
His head turned a bit, catching sight of the two with him, then settling decisively upon Stormtrail. "You've lost more than any cat your age, Stormtrail. While I lose faith in my leader and respect to know he's more than likely doing this to spite you... I would trust no other cat more with my life, as well as that of my kin." And now he took pause, flexing his tired jaw and swiping his tongue over his bent whiskers. "I would not be a satisfactory replacement given my clumsiness and age. My preference is to see you leading us over healing us. Approach Quailfeather; she's a desire to be unique, perhaps she would volunteer her efforts in Medical training... Starclan forbid she actually learn to fight." This last portion a mutter, for even the warm tom could feel impatience nipping at his paws with her anything but spectacular battle improvement. It was a rather weak offer of hope for the kindling of ambition in the tom, but enough that he felt he was offering even a glimmer of hope. It was all he seemed capable of really, nowadays.
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Post by Featherwing on Sept 12, 2016 19:51:47 GMT -5
Territory: Not far from Camp | Dawn Stormtrail | 40 Moons | Male [ ooc ]
Stormtrail let out a strangled noise, "I'd never expect either of you to- I mean– do you really think she'd mind me asking?" His rumble was quiet, almost afraid to hope. He shouldn't hope, not with Branchstar in the mix. Any plan will most definitely go awry with the leader in the mix. The old tom's words on his character made him bluster, a terrible attempt at hiding his flattered feelings. "Thank you for the kind words, Timberjaw. I can only hope that I'd be chosen deputy.. but if Branchstar has his way I do not think I will have the chance to lead any one." It was the sad truth but in his old age, their leader had indeed lost most of his wits. "I don't want her to feel as if your daughter must– I will take the position with dignity, if she does not wish it." He would hate himself if Quailfeather felt pressured into becoming the medicine cat simply because Stormtrail didn't want to be trapped in a position he was not suited for. That and perhaps, someday, he might want a family again. Possibly. If he'd be so blessed– but as it was, it seemed that it was not in his favor. Whether in having parents, siblings or even a family of his own making, that blessing was not his to cherish and protect. Mayhaps he should meditate on it further, ask the stars for answers. If he were to be a healer, that is what he'd have to do anyway, Stormtrail thought bitterly. coding by officialrainleafwcf |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2016 20:38:50 GMT -5
SkyClan Camp | Quarter to Dawn Cherrysong | 60 Moons | she-cat [ ooc ]
Cherrysong sighed a little in relief. "Still, we need a deputy and you would be perfect for one," she said nicely as she kept walking her fur still bristled from her aggravation and she gave another snarl. "You're not meant to be a medicine cat you deserve a higher position than that, not saying that being a medicine cat isn't great either, but you're a warrior. A true loyal to your Clan warrior," she said with high praise she was still quite aggravated with Branchstar. She looked up to him, but now she began to despise him, for treating a worthy loyal warrior like he's crow food. "Stormtrail, I think you should make the best of it. While yes you really don't deserve to be a medicine cat, but there's no point in just wallowing in anger. Although, I think Branchstar is a mouse brain, but just do your best okay? We'll be here to cheer you on," she gave an encouraging purr. coding by officialrainleafwcf
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