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W I L D P A W || nightclan cleaver Wildhunt possesses the rare gift of knowing exactly who he is—from the rough unfinished edges to his innermost motivations. Older cats tend to recognize him as rebellious and risky, the more philosophical criticizing him for acting out in denial of his own self, but the truth is the opposite. Wildhunt understands that a life of inaction is not truly living, and that the only way to continually survive and invent himself is to keep moving. "The shark that does not swim, drowns." He is constant moving forward to new experiences and never looking back, not to old friends or lovers or enemies or experiences, but actively pursuing his own future. Though personal insult or injury often is only recognized with a friendly knowing grin, of a cat does get on his bad side, he holds quite a grudge. As with many cats his family is his soft spot, especially his brother Jaggedcrown, though they don’t always see eye to eye. Wildhunt holds the belief his more responsible counterpart is just envious of his lifestyle. After all, this warrior only does what he wants to and nothing else, seeking his own pleasure and little more. He would leap from mountaintops and swim to the lowest depths of the oceans if it it were physically possible, and he does his best to accomplish every goal he could ever think of. He always had an eye for adventure, and his mother's warnings could only keep his paws within their borders for so long. When a group ventured onto WinterClan land to prove themselves, Wildpaw was at their side, and when the patrol went south they were captured. His mother is no longer leader, and he has lost his value as a bargaining chip - so, glumly, Wildpaw suspects he'll spend a long time forgotten in his icy prison. ♦ thrall
CROWPAW flyer | Bellona sungmetutankawaylake A feline with the pelt of a starless pitch black sky, his fur is nothing but black like ink. His eyes are the color of a dark Leafbare green. Crowflyer was not given a name till he was 5 moons old. His Mother had died giving birth to him and his Father completely ignored him and treated him cruelly. Crowflyer has scars all over his body, from his Father's abuse. That all changed when he murdered his Father in self-defense as his Father's "Training" took to actual claws and teeth. The two fought bitterly, until Crowpaw at the time, kicked his Father in the stomach and sent him into a tree. With his Father now dazed Crowpaw ripped open his Father's throat and watched as his life drained out, creating a red pool of blood around Crowpaw's paws. Crowpaw left the area quickly, cleaned himself off and returned to camp with some prey. After that he grew secretive, Aggressive, Reserved, as well as Intelligent, Blunt, Outgoing, Swift, and Agile. No one knew of his secrets and he let it go. He prefers to be alone and in a group he finds it hard to fit in. He has dreams of Darkness that haunts his sleep, and sometimes in the waking world. Most cats try to avoid him at all cause and yet some try to friend him and very few can unless they too live in the darkness. He hopes to have a family of his own someday as well as being able to lead his Clan. Crowflyer loves to run, but most of the time he runs from his troubles and his past. He loves to fight and does it pretty good, even to the point of killing cats who threaten him or those he cares about. He doesn't love but it doesn't mean he doesn't care for those who become friends or allies with him. Just remember he is a killer, and kill he will do to protect everything he cherishes or thinks he must avenge. Warrior
Here is Plumeriapaw's bio that is super late. A tranquil golden meadow, home to beauty and peace. A raging storm taking over, destroying with wind and lightning. The white winter, allowing the land to heal. The vivid spring with its bright greens and wide blue skies. Her long and curling coat has a glossy top layer with a dense plush undercoat, giving her a slightly messy appearance. Her left half is mostly a peachy orange with fainter tabby marks along her face, legs and the base of her tail. A sooty grey with hints of blue covers her right side and leaks onto her left. White starts just below her nose and pours down to her belly, though not before it pools over the entirety of her chest to the tops of her shoulders. The eye one the peach side is a pretty green, a pale lime with flecks of darker green and swirls of an earthy olive. The other eye is a stunning sky blue with lines of sapphire radiating from around the iris and ringed in an ice shade. Plumeriasolstice is just like her pelt, full of opposing forces. Her mind is always running far to fast for her to keep up with and she often struggles with censoring herself. Highly emotional, she has been known to swap almost instantaneously from joyous to enraged. Plumeriasolstice has been known to lash out at her clanmates in anger for imaginary wrong doings. Additionally she has been known to hide out, paranoid that someone is trying to kill her. Yet the other half of the time she is a sweet and bubbly she-cat always willing to go out of her way to help others. Slowly as she has grown up she has realized what is going on with her. Plumeriasolstice suffers from Schizophrenia, though she doesn’t have the stereotypical hallucinations. Rather she suffers from severe auditory hallucinations and extreme delusions. Yet how much she suffers she won’t share even with her mother. In an attempt to cure or even treat herself she has delved deeply into the treatment of mental illnesses in a hope that what works for some illnesses will at least diminish her symptoms.
M E S M E R I Z I N G S I N S | | Bellona lady.m A broad tom heavily resembling a British Shorthair with a denser chocolate coat. White winds around his legs, across his chest and belly to join up into one streak that cuts across his right eye. His eyes are a rich gold with reddish hints along the edges. Faint tabby markings sit along his forehead, giving him a mildly annoyed look ost of the time. Though if that is true or not will depend on who you ask. He was born as Lightningkit in the WinterClan of the past, he was raised to be important. His family though never rose to power, was still rather important and most critical was of pure blood. As far back as anyone can recall his family was in WinterClan, mating with only pure WinterClan blood. To say they were elitist would be putting it mildly. When Mesmerizingsins came into the picture he was a blessing, for he was the first male in his generation and would keep the family line going. His parents had struggled to have even him and his two sisters. They were doted upon, never really having to work for anything it seemed. As such Lightningkit grew troublesome, a typical rich brat. As a kitten, his behavior was often brushed off. Yet when it continued as an apprentice, it became an issue. At times he would disappear for days on end, telling only his closest friend Dyinglight where he was going. It infuriated his family, who more or less had his whole life planned out for him. Instead, he had been taking his life in his own paws. It just so happened he fell in love with a loner, one who had been injured and was currently residing close to his home. Only a few days after receiving his warrior name, Lightningdevise, he left the clan. The loner, Dia, had fallen pregnant with his kits. Knowing his family would never approve her ran off with not a single goodbye. He thrived without the pressures of his family and quickly became a better person, taking on the name Lazurus. He welcomed his five kits into the world with the idea that they would choose their own fate. Together with Dia, they made a home of their own as wandering with kits was no longer an option. Settling down domestic bliss overtook life and it was rather uneventful for the most part. Mesmerizingsins was truly happy, no longer having to look for it. Though what goes up must come down and his life truly crashed. Dia was out hunting when she was targeted by a fox, though she managed to escape her wounds were rather severe. She hung on long enough to say her goodbyes and convince her mate to take their kits to WinterClan, which was not easy. Begrudgingly Mesmerizingsins agreed, though when he found that his family had died off in his absence he began to feel better about rejoining. Though in an attempt to distance himself from both his family reputation and his own past mistakes, he changed his name to Mesmerizingsins. He did not want to fall back into his old pattern and instead wanted to move forward, his name is to remind him to do so. Always forward and never back. warrior thane
Post by dualwielding on Nov 20, 2018 17:37:52 GMT -5
RUSSETSHADOW || dayclan Russetshadow was made up of a simple mistake, one of love, preferably. The story wasn't one she could understand until she was of the age to comprehend affectionate affairs. Her father, Coppethroat, being moved from SunClan to follow his mate, Somberheart to live in DayClan, believing the two would be together forever, made a grave mistake that he couldn't take back. The auburn tom has a long history of affairs, all of which began with the death of his first mate, Littlemoon. After that came a long line of comings and goings, consisting of “forgive and forget” relationships and then never to be seen again. He gave out the wrong impression, he was a loyal warrior, a grim one but also one with a big heart. It seemed that when he promised himself to his very last mate, he couldn't seem to let old habits die. Her father developed a love hate relationship with DayClan's medicine cat after their move, and not long after their kits had been born. The one who had delivered Somberheart's litter, was the one that captured her mate's wandering eye, and that she-cat was Dawnbreak. Alongside her sister, Duskdance, she was born in a secluded cave, away from the eyes of her clanmates and hiding such a sin from StarClan. Her sibling's name held a meaning, quiet but loud. The dusk of the two lover's relationship was approaching. Her own name was less, but she was named for having the fur of her father. Colors compromised into a mixture of very dark brown stirred with hints of red, overall creating the benefit of a beautiful russet pelt. Traveling up, the head on her shoulders is painted much darker. Some would say it was a chocolate, others would say it is a dark taupe.A white pattern matted with dirt begins at her forehead and works it's way down her muzzle and ends at her fluffy, uncleaned chest. Her hind paws as well have the same, as if she had stepped in snow and her pigments washed away. Although she has Copperthroat's tone, she inherited Dawnbreak's breathtaking visage. There may be a tie between these genes, but nobody knows where she receives her cinnamon optics. Though she attracts so much interest, she turns tail each time. She may flaunt her stuff, but it isn't to keep heads turning her way. She is a perfect mix of charming and rugged, and if she had to lean towards one over the other, she'd choose her tough side each time. It isn't looks that will catch her attention, it is personality, and she's got enough for everyone. Her characteristics just happen to be boundless with a balance of her parent's criticism and sarcasm. Once she begins to believe in something, it's become a fact, and it's her way or no way at all. This doesn't mean she can't be empathetic, she will throw some sympathy your way if you deserve it. Growing up, she was raised half of the time in Rookstar's litter along with Wolfparade, Skulltremble, Pyrrhicmemory, and Shadeshiver as a deal between the two friends. She was aware that Copperthroat had fathered her with his frequent trips to the den, but he only ever seemed to take interest in her and Duskdance. This was something she hadn't noticed at first, but she had gained some pleasurable traits from her foster mother. Later on, Rookstar had allowed the medicine cat to continue to raise her kits and she finally knew the truth. Due to this, Russetshadow carries pride and the strong pad of a leader in each stride. Tail and head high with confidence undying, she isn't afraid to march her parade into another's rain. The weather doesn't leaveIt doesn't go without saying that Rookstar was happy with Coppethroat's decision, being that she is the sister of his mate. However, she couldn't keep the detail from a loved one, and revealed the tom's wrongdoing, however refused to mention the one who had birthed them. Despite the fact, it isn't difficult to see the tom in the face of Russetshadow. The she-cat doesn't seem to swayed by the fact that she is a medicine cat's mistake, but was forlorn at knowing that she was none other than just that. She was the outcome of broken relationships, dying friendships, and abused loyalty. This was a detail that, Copperthroat lead to be driven away to another clan unknown, after Dawnbreak's disappearance, and in Russetshadow’s pursuit to find him, she ended up in WinterClan. They didn't let her in with open arms, though. When she was caught at the borders, she was instantly sentenced to the prison, where she regretted her choice to search there. However, after a prisoner attacked one of their guards, Russetshadow saved their life and nursed him back to health, where Goldenstar realized her potential and let her have a little more freedom, to serve as their medicine cat until Castingcrowns was capable of taking over. She wasn't completely thrilled by the idea, and she was still being watched over constantly. In fear of being possibly executed if she made the wrong move, Russetshadow played along to hopefully one day regain her freedom from the cold place. Would she look at her medicine cat differently, her own father, or even those that surround her? Maybe her story isn't so heartbreaking, but it comes from a long time of disappointment and broken roads that could never be driven once passed. Only time will tell. ♦ thrall
WHITEKIT scorpion Purely snowy-white tom sporting his irregularly large signature icy blue eyes with a blazing sapphire center, perhaps the feature that helps mask the very purpose of Whitescorpion. His tail, much like a scorpion, is very long and drapes over his back. Nearing the very tip, it becomes much more scruffy and pointed, replicating a stinger. When he stalks prey, or even other felines for that matter, he has a very unique, almost an alligator way of walking, which would be describes as slow and calculated before lunging at the target. His generally short size is taken after his father, Regin. Though many warriors would see this as a stroke of misfortune, his stature doesn't seem to have any negative affect on himself. In fact, he might use this as an advantage in whatever activity he is doing. In battle, he is especially skilled. During combat against his opponent, he may go low and slit the back of his enemy's legs, giving him the benefit of the kill. Whitescorpion lives to fight, he does not fight to live. Being the son of WinterClan's medicine cat, Mistyveil, he grew up with plenty of advantages, at least that's how he sees it. There are a number of cats that would count him as untrustworthy due to his mother's actions of murdering her family, one being the very cat she named him after.
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Edited Nov 20, 2018 18:03:35 GMT -5 By dualwielding
Post by MorteAutumnal on Nov 24, 2018 20:32:58 GMT -5
K I L A U E A K I T lapislazuli She wanted to be just like him. That proud tom with the dark brown fur leading his clan to victory. Afterall it's victory or Valhalla here in WinterClan. She wanted to prove to him her worth. For she is half blood and those are looked down upon by others in the clan. Not good enough. While she loves her mother and knows it isn't her fault she was brought into this world to have to fight for her title. So survive. She still can't help but wonder if it would have been easier if she was full blooded. No probably not. She looks to Echodrop, her father's mate and sees nothing but a kind heart, open to her. For that, Kilaueabasalt is thankful. As she is for many things, she is an incredibly selfless and humble individual. Always giving up her time to aid others. She looks just like her father in appearance, dark brown fur covering her entire body like melted chocolate the only break in this color js her paws, splotched in colors of ebony and deep dark ruddy russet like the stripes on her mother's body. Her eyes are unlike her fathers and are instead a honey gold with flecks of copper and russet, not unlike the colors of her mother's eyes but different nonetheless. Her frame is like her mother's, feminine and curvy and an angular head but with softer features. Her skill is for fighting and she is dedicated to her clan's ways often speaking to the Ancients as if they and her were old friends instead of beings from different realms of living. She is like the earth, grounding, nurturing, stable and the earth is like her, a mother, a sister, a friend and protector. Kilaueabasalt is many things, but what she is most proud of, is being blood of WinterClan. Kit
B A D G E R P A W || earthclan Badgerpaw is a black tom cat with with a solid white stripe going through his fur and light brown eyes. His fur his thick enough to allow him to survive in the cold of WinterClan for as long as he has. Born and raised in EarthClan by his mother Cherrypelt with no siblings until he was two moons old when Ravenpelt was brought to the clan and given to his mother to raise. The two of them got along well despite not being actual blood siblings their mother raised them together and expected them to get along. He has no memory of how he even got here in the first place. What he does remember is following his mentor out of camp when he was nine moons three moons into his apprenticeship and then nothing at all it is just blank and waking up in WinterClan. Badgerpaw has been here since he was nine moons a prisoner wanting to escape but not sure if he can. dawnkit98 ♦ thrall
F E A T H E R P A W step|| vegard A medium sized light grey she-cat with dark blue eyes. Featherstep is very light on her paws making little to no noise she is almost as light as feather but she really isn't. Born in WinterClan to two warriors Silvercrest and Oakpelt the youngest and second girl in a small litter of three. Her siblings are Stormshade a light brown tom cat who is a warrior novice and her sister Daisypaw who is a prison guard novice like her. Raised by both of their parents when their father wasn't busy with helping out the warriors he would come to see them in the nursery and play with them for a bit before heading back to his duties while their mother cared for them. Featherstep is like her mother kind but can very ruthless when others bother her to the point that it gets annoying and she will snap at them and go and stalk off somewhere for awhile. dawnkit98 ♦ prison guard novice
ICEPAW claw || Errapel From the time she was born, Iceclaw was a fighter. Her Mother, Rabbithopper and her Father, Crowcaller, often left her out at the camp entrance and often starved her enough that she was struggling to live. She fought for her right to live, and she continues to fight in and with everything she has. Her parents when she was old enough to leave the nursery, they would take her out of camp, and brutally force her to train against them, often returning with blood, or scratches on her pure white pelt. Though they always had some excuse on how she got her wounds. She slipped and cut her leg on a rock or she got caught in a thicket of brambles, but in reality, her parents did it. When she finally reached her 6th moon, she became an apprentice and confided in her mentor, a quarter moon into her apprenticeship, telling her mentor about her parents abuse. Even though it took her about a Quarter-moon to gather the courage to tell her mentor about them, once she did, she felt a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Though she would be scarred for the rest of her life. She isn't a physical fighter, but one that seems to fight with passion about something, using words of wisdom and guidance. She may want to attack some mouse-brained fur-ball, but instead, she digs her claws in, breaths, gathers her thoughts and tells them what she really thinks. She hates physical violence and tries at every opportunity to stop one, even if it meant killing herself to save someone else. She tries to stand up for the right thing, even if the right thing, isn't what other's see. She will fight for injustice, heal the hurt, and do all she can to care for the abused. She may never be a healer, but in her mind and actions, she is one. She studies the herbs, and tires to learn all she can so that in the time she needs them, she can use them. She was given her name ice because of her pelt color but also because of her will to fight as well as the name Claw because she fights for the right reasons. She is not ambitious and doesn't seek fame or recognition for what she did. If she does she acknowledges it with a slight nod and moves on with her life. Iceclaw's pelt when you touch it it has a soft kitten-like feeling, silky and smooth. Her fur isn't short nor long but medium, easy to cover up wounds and scratches. Her eyes once haunting and secretive are now bright and open with a bright icy-like hue to them SUNGMETUTANKAWAYLAKE Mentor is Foldingwing played by Primordialhaze
V E N O M K I T spittle mipsyche Dark, twisting stripes cover his black pelt, barely visible. His long fluffy fur constantly covers his left eye, while his other eye is a mysterious dark green. Hardly speaking to anyone, the tom is known as an outcast. Hardly anyone speaks to him, but he doesn't mind. He enjoys the silence of solitude. The difference between himself and his clan mates doesn't bother him. Sounds like a weak cat, doesn't it? If that's what you're assuming, then you're terribly wrong. By finding the differences, he finds easier ways to break them. An easier way to discover their secrets. He is always alert and ready for battle, long fangs prepared to sink into flesh. This makes him avoided by others on the battle field, but that doesn't stop him from attacking them. He loves battle, loves the feeling of blood surrounding his paws. Sounds like a Dark Forest cat, does it not? Lucky for you, he isn't. He is loyal to his clan, and fights only for them, as his bloodline has before him. kitten
(this is basically a great great grandchild of a frozen i had here a few years back <3 )
R U B Y C H E R R Y mipsyche A long haired dark russet tom with big amber eyes. Rubycherry avoids most interactions, accepting those of his close friends only. He is very loyal, especially to his brother Scrimscarecrow.
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S C R I M S C A R E C R O W mipsyche A long haired dark russet tom with amber eyes. He is much like his brother Rubycherry, with the small exception of being less shy. Scrimscarecrow is apt to speak exactly what is on his mind.
G H O S T W H I S P E R || durai Ghostwhisper is just as his name suggests: he is silent, stealthy, and nonexistent in the snow. He has a small frame, giving him the appearance of an apprentice. His thick fur that protects him from the cold is pure white, and it blends in with the snow perfectly. His gray eyes are ice cold, showing no emotion whatsoever. Ghostwhisper comes from a long lineage of WinterClan cats, so he carries the genes of past leaders and strong warriors. It's natural of him to have a craving for power. Ghostwhisper has never shown signs of emotion. It is often said his heart is as cold as the frozen river. Never has a cat seen him shed a single tear. Ghostwhisper's voice is typically monotone, but he can startle anyone with how loud he can speak. However, Ghostwhisper often remains silent and prefers to observe, but whenever his mouth does open, everyone gazes up at him to see what wisdom he has in store. The tom is agile, swift, and silent. Ghostwhisper's fangs and claws are unusually sharp, and he has used this to his advantage in battle. Though small, his agility and claws make him useful in battle. Ghostwhisper is also logical, analytical, and mysterious. He's a very smart, manipulative cat. He has been told he would have done well in one of the revolutionary groups; however, his loyalty to WinterClan is unbreakable. Ghostwhisper truly believes that WinterClan is the most superior Clan in the mountains. He would die protecting his Clan in a heartbeat. He feels as if it his his duty to take care of the Clan he was raised in. APPLE ♦ prison guard
F O G E Y E Icedivy A strong and solid looking gray tom. Fogeye’s original name had been Graypaw, however he got into a fight with a prisoner when he was an apprentice. Thus earning him the name of Fogeye. He grew up in the clan, born and raised. He is a mostly quiet tom, very reserved and to himself. Though can sometimes hold a temper if provoked. Prison guard. Bellona
FREEZIGKIT fall Amorensi Abandoned to the mercy of the frozen forest as a kit, Freezingfall was rescued, along with his littermates, by Sweetpine then raised by Cypressbluff. Freezingfall's long, silky coat may be mostly white, but gray and black mackerel tabby markings are apparent in a few scattered patches, jagged like cracked ice. Powerful muscles ripple beneath his thick pelt. A pair of intense silvery green eyes seem to see far more than they're meant to, all too eager to drink in the world around them. His mind, not unlike ice itself, is astounding in its clarity, yet brittle. Freezingfall does not mind hunting or fighting, but despises the idea of not choosing the when and where of such encounters. He revels in perfection and has difficulty accepting any less in not only himself, but in the cats around him. Only time will tell if his stagnant mindset may one day melt away like snow he was rescued from. Kitten
