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Post by CreativeFyre on Jan 25, 2022 1:15:23 GMT -5
APPLEGLOW - creativefyre A fairly round in diameter tomcat with jolly green eyes. Lush ginger fur cascades from this toms... fluffy... body. It's a miracle that Appleglow doesn't scare away prey with each step. Despite his size, Appleglow is a decent hunter. However, without nimble feet, Appleglow is a rather clumsy brawler. Born to this mystery Clan that he resides in. It's not uncommon for Appleglow to wonder what life is like outside these borders. Extremely self conscious of him image, but you'd never tell behind his dazzling smile and killing jokes. RPed by creativefyre Warrior, please
RUINGUARD - Klee The fluffy white and brown tom with the sparkling sapphire eyes is identical in appearance to his twin brother, Ruinhunter, who made his home in Winterclan. Both toms are polar opposites of each other, but despite their differences Ruinguard cares about his twin above all else. The two have been through thick and thin together, traveling through lands and living the same experiences since they were kits. Ruinguard isn't calm, calculated, and scientific like his brother. He is rambunctious, adventurous, and lives his life based on his strong sense of justice. He always does what he believes is right, even if what is right goes against his brother's scientific facts. As a result the two frequently bickered and spent much of their time fighting over what they feel is right. Despite that Ruinguard never thought he would find himself living in a separate clan from his brother. Ruinguard preferred the salty scent of the ocean and the warmth of the sun located in Summerclan, while his twin brother preferred the beauty of falling snow and the cold wind blowing through his fur that was located in Winterclan. Even though Ruinguard tried to argue and insist that his twin remain joined at his hip, Ruinhunter suggested that maybe separating and experiencing life without each other was what they both needed, and thus the two separated for the first time since they were in the womb of their mother. Ever since Ruinguard has felt like something was missing in his life and has tried to convince his brother to return to him. rank: warrior
MEMORIESADRIFT - Klee An orange tabby tom with green eyes that seem to be in a perpetual state of grogginess. Memoriesadrift's favorite hobby is to sleep and he spends most of his time lazing around the clearing of the clans he occupies dozing in the sunlight or moonlight. To most memories are something that was gifted at birth and comes naturally. Every experience permanently etched into the brain until the day their final breath is drawn. To Memoriesadrift though, memories are fleeting and rare. The journeys he has gone through are not etched into his brain as everlasting reminders, but are moments that come and go like the waves in the ocean. The stories that he reminisces change from day to day like the tide on the shore. He could be telling the heroic story of how he fought off a hawk in his youth to save his sister to a few eager kits, but then a few hours later insist that he never was a kit and never had a sister when the same kits bring him new eager faces to retell the same tale. Maybe this is why Memoriesadrift prefers living in an eternal state of dreaming. After all, his life and memories can be anything he choose in the dreamworld. He can live the life he never gets to remember and no one will question why he doesn’t recall the dreams he’s had once the sun rises. After all, how many people truly remember what they have experienced every time they close their eyes? Even if he was questioned about the life he lives while asleep they wouldn’t get much of a straight answer from Memoriesadrift. He often comes off as aloof when drilled about his actions and has a roundabout way of giving a non-answer. As a result many believe Memoriesadrift simply uses his condition as a means to be selfish and careless. Ultimately though, Memoriesadrift truly does care about those he has grown close to and treasures the short amount of time he gets to recall the moments he’s shared with those he calls friends. He hates his inability to remember the memories his friends are lucky to remember and becomes openly frustrated when someone dares to ask him the question “remember when…”. This leaves many wondering what truly caused this tom’s mind to malfunction. Could it be the knot atop his head that seems to never shrink? or could it be some traumatic memories that he cannot bear to relive? The questions may never be answered, and maybe there is a hidden part of him that doesn’t want the questions answered. As this tom endlessly drifts from home to home, never staying in one place for too long despite the bonds he has forged. Even when confronted by his former clan mates on his abandonment they’re often met with a puzzled expression. He never lived there, after all, or did he? rank: warrior
STRAWBERRYKIT / cream - Klee A rustic colored she-cat with twinkling orange eyes. Strawberrycream was born in Summerclan by a pregnant loner who died during childbirth. The only surviving kit of the litter, Strawberrycream grew to learn the customs and traditions of Summerclan. She is a gentle and kind she-cat with a bubbly and adventerous personality. Strawberrycream has always had a fascination of the sea, always wondering what lies beyond it and what other things she is missing out in the world. Even though she longs to leave the camp to explore, she still loves Summerclan and worries what her clanmates think of her silly little dreams. Although she knows there are plenty of other cats in Summerclan who adore the sea just as much as she does, she recognizes they adore Summerclan more and that she might be marked a traitor should she ever leave to follow what her life desires. Not wanting to lose the only home she has ever known she keeps her dreams hidden under tight lock and tries her best to ignore the growing feeling that there is more to life then daily life in the clans. Rank: Kit
Trembletrail is a cat who you never see not moving. From the time he was born, he was moving around. He is rarely seen not moving. As a Kit he was always up to playing games, tricks and whatever he could do to help his Clan-mates. As an apprentice, he keeps on moving, training and learning to improve himself. As a warrior he is proving to everyone that he is destined for greatness, and that he is self-assured, knowing what he wants out of his own life and grabbing it by the claws and teeth, to get it.
His life started on December 1st, 2021, having been born from a Queen, named Snarky, a loner who soon after his birth abandoned him. His Father is Blood an Unknown rogue tom who died from Black-Cough. His Mother left him at the border of SummerClan, where a patrol was coming to check it and found him. They took him back to camp and the rest is to unfold.
Trembletrail is a reddish-brown, white tom with a black face and dark amber eyes. His fur is short and smooth to the touch.
HAWKKIT / n/a - ash A brown tabby tom with icy blue eyes. Strong stature, and the largest of his litter. It's clear he is going to be massive in size, hence why his parents named him after a large preying bird. Hawk is one who likes to boast about his strength, and can sometimes be seen as a bit of a bully. He is ambitious and plans on one day becoming the leader of SummerClan. He will do whatever it takes to be the best, and plans to go far in life. Despite him being a bit of a bully, he is loyal to his clan to a core. rank: kit mate: tom - unknown - single
Meerkatkit / mirth - woof Meerkat, or Meer, is the product of parents who never stuck around, suffering rain-slicked sewers, Two-legs that tired of him, and a world full of faceless gods that surely must have had it out for him. He's what a foster child ruined by the system looks like, months of families that dished out neglect for a paycheck and cats who, when gaining his tenuous sense of trust, would drop him when he no longer benefited them. It has turned him cold, and he has learned to set fires if he wants to feel warm. Meer's troubled start to life is something that can only be gleaned by the hooded innocence of his eyes, something fearful and soft in the pale golden shimmer of them. As soon as he was old enough to learn, he did. He first learned to hunt rats crippled by disease or the ache of old age, then healthier ones, then faster, wittier quarry. He learned to fight if only to survive at first, but enough beatings calloused his skin, made him tougher and smarter. He learned to steal whatever it was he needed and to bite the hand trying to feed him, because the only things that come easy are never ever good. He learned that everyone lies, and that has taught him to never believe the claims of others. The scariest, most dangerous thing about Meer is that he learns, constantly and quietly, and you'd never even know he's learning from you. Most of his lessons, he's been taught before hitting his sixth moon, and the child he never got to be cries for the bitter, distrustful adult it has molded him into. But, even in all the bad, there's been good, too. It could have been a kind stranger tossing a mouse his way or a fleeting wave from a child's open palm, but the most memorable experience, the turning point that saved him from a life hellbent on getting his dues, was meeting Zest and striking out together. It was only then that Meer, crooked little Meer with the cruelty of the world resting on his emaciated shoulders, learned what it was to have a friend. He's never forgotten.
i'll add him when i get home today <3 just needed to slap his bio down and get it out my drafts! added!
Monsterkit / fright - goldcrest It prowled behind the trees, it shuffled in the bushes, the breath of the beast and the soft sounds of its footsteps almost echoed in his ears. He turned a corner, and there sat the monster, staring him down with eyes like his own, and it spoke; it was anger, grief, grievance, fear, everything emotional, everything tucked away, and he realized it wore a copy of his own face. The dream repeated itself almost every night. Monsterfright, though he shares a name, is nothing like the creature of his dreams, because he is nothing frightening, nothing monstrous, nothing quiet and threatening. He’s loud, the insufferable type, the kind who has to take up a whole room, direct all eyes onto himself, to truly be seen. Cloaked in the blackness of thin, wispy fur, with streaks of pale gold filtering through like sunlight through a canopy of leaves, he’s small and scrappy, a grin always plastered on his features as if he can’t get it off. A self-proclaimed charmer, he wouldn’t know politeness if it hit him in the face, and truthfully, it probably has, but he can’t seem to bring himself to listen and change, to keep his mouth shut when it needs to be. He fights because he knows that with enough ruthlessness he could win anything, and his bite is much worse than his bark, his claws more articulate than his words. An instigator, he learned early on how to demand attention and has been doing so ever since — perhaps there’s a joy to be found in causing problems, in pushing people over the edge, in pressing buttons he should leave alone, something intoxicating, something exciting because he’s strong enough to match the energy. He’s too much. Too loud, too crass, too flippant, and too reckless. Self-preservation doesn’t seem as though it has ever crossed his mind, and often he likes the sting that morbid curiosity brings him, the comfort of chaos and misfortune. Despite his energy, how overconfident he comes off, how much he jokes and jabs and flirts, he is secretly incredibly anxious, edging on paranoid, fearful of an early death and, even more so, the things he has kept hidden coming to light. He works excessively to put on a brave look and face the world, to be intimidating and attention-grabbing and feared and in control that he doesn’t realize he is tearing himself apart.
Post by vexing_ode on Feb 24, 2022 20:04:06 GMT -5
Buffalokit /tusk - vexingode As strong intimidating, and rigid as a buffalo. With rippling muscle and a sharp gaze. A tall and frightening looking tom looms over you. A knot forms in your stomach as the cat bends forward towards you. Closing your eyes you prepare for something bad to happen, but suddenly you smell a flower. You peek your eyes open and this big scary cat, just wanted to give you a flower? Buffalotusk is a very misunderstood cat. He stands tall with squared shoulders thick with muscle underneath a long white coat. his face and muzzle are black with a black spot on his back. His piercing green eyes are calm and hard to read. This socially awkward Tom doesn't speak often except to those he chose as his adopted family, they can't get him to STOP talking. The sturdy Tom cat really isn't as scary as everyone thinks. With a heart as big as the sky and as soft as flower petals, Buffalotusk is loyal and loving. He looks after his friends and is always reminding them that he cares for them. Everyone needs a special place, and if you want to find him, you can bet he will be sunbathing in a field of flowers, smelling every single one. Literal, he can't help himself he HAS to stop and smell every flower. Maybe it is because the flowers are the last memory he has of his loner mother. He doesn't on w why but she left him at the edge of the forest in a patch of flowers reassuring him she would be back. Days and nights passed waiting. Eventually he caved. He knew his kind mother must have met a terrible fate. So he set out looking for food and a place to stay. Eventually finding his new friends and family. Kit Mate log- male- asexual- single.
i wrote this on my phone sorry for any weird typos i will proof read when i get home... all fixed :3 and ready to go
Gazellekit / gore - biyuu A pale ginger and white she-cat with green eyes. Violent and vengeful, Gazellegore's rage is triggered over the most minor things--someone cutting in front of her in line, someone eating the last vole, literally anything that she could perceive as an inconvenience to her. Though her rage is swift, her paws are light, and do very little real damage. This makes her ultimately harmless, just very annoying. A bit like a very yippy dog that won't shut up and bites at your heels constantly, but a cat. Came to SummerClan with her cool friends that she'd die for.
Woodflight - cleaver In a show of utterly foolish courage, Woodflight's first stunt in the clan was strutting over the border, declaring himself one of the fiercest strays in the area, and waiting for the clan to beg for his support at his paws. Woody certainly doesn't look like a battle-hardened warrior: his silky medium-length fur is unspoiled by scars, an unbroken blanket of white other than his brown tabby crown, and the occasional dashes of mud clinging to his legs -- occupation hazard. The closest approximation to a war wound is his missing tail, but a quick investigation reveals that he was born without one. Lucky for Woody, he was accepted in this clan without proving his prowess in battle, because this secret former kittypet isn't much of a fighter at all, or a hunter for that matter, despite his insistent brags that he could wash the floor with anyone's blood in an instant. Cocky, optimistic, and prone to white lines, Woody could use a dose of humility or at least a speck of understanding of social norms, but instead he continues to stride around the camp like a god's blessing for the earth, smugly reminding everyone else that he's a powerful hero of the highest order. Get past his annoying exterior and Woody isn't half bad -- a little naïve, a little prone to bad jokes, a little clumsy -- but his heart is in the right place, he just needs gentle guiding to back down and let himself feel.
Dandelionfluff - uniqcrim she's an optimist. hopeful, idealistic, loving of those around her, and while she doesn't take hardships well she is the one that usually shines brightest in the end. oldest, usually the most overlooked out of all three. her head is usually in the clouds, making her come across as spacey and inattentive, but she seems to know everything about everyone. polite and sociable, she's said to take after beetuft the most. she's easiest to get along with, great to be around if you need a calmer presence; her voice is usually soft and wistful. Dandelionfluff would rather lay in the sun than anything else, and is generally very easy-going. it takes a lot to really rile her up, but her parents are usually a sore spot. She likes poison and dangerous plants. Bio written by goldcrest. Rank: Gardenkeeper - trapper
Buttercuphop - goldcrest He’s a bright, vibrant, charming tom; not only in the way he looks — with his vivid orange fur and swirling stripes, all fading into the creamy whites of his face, chest, and front legs — but in his personality as well. A copy of his mother, Beetuft, in every sense of her kindness and cheerfulness, her talent for making people smile and laugh. In his own way, he’s charming, loud, over the top just for the fun of it, because what’s life without it? Relentlessly joyful, energetic, but there’s always been something shallow about him. Those that have seen him angry, or sad, or upset, or show anything other than what he puts on display, are few and far between — and though he isn’t selfish, mean, or unkind, offering comfort for such things has always been a weak spot, and often he comes off as flippant and disregarding. The presence of others tires him out quickly, and despite how much he may enjoy the company, he is just as fine on his own, sinking himself into whatever he can come up with. An inventor, he calls himself, always trying to think of new things, mechanisms, to make life better, easier, and often he disappears periodically throughout the day, off thinking of new ideas, working on old ones, or rummaging around for twoleg knick-knacks that he wants to find a use for. His artistic and scientific minds melded together, his pale brown eyes shine with an endless creativity and shocking intelligence, different from the dim-wittedness he usually displays. It’s surprising how little this side of himself actually reaches the public. It’s quieter, it’s more genuine, it’s more him yet he keeps it to himself. And though he holds a genuine love for it all, he can’t deny that, in part, it’s a distractions from the things he can’t handle, things he doesn’t want to face; grief, anger, a fluctuating self-confidence, and the growing hollowness that happens when an actor sinks too far into his role.