Warrior Cat Clans 2 (WCC2 aka Classic) is a roleplay site inspired by the Warrior series by Erin Hunter. Whether you are a fan of the books or new to the Warrior cats world, WCC2 offers a diverse environment with over a decade’s worth of lore for you - and your characters - to explore. Join us today and become a part of our ongoing story!
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11.06.2022 The site has been transformed into an archive. Thank you for all the memories here!
Here on Classic we understand that sometimes life can get difficult and we struggle. We may need to receive advice, vent, know that we are not alone in our difficult times, or even just have someone listen to what's going on in our lives. In light of these times, we have created the support threads below that are open to all of our members at any time.
Hey and welcome to WaterClan! Before you add your cat be sure to review the below information, and let me [Cleaver ] know if you have any questions c:
ACCEPTING ;; Kits, apprentices, warriors, queens, and elders.
NOT ACCEPTING ;; Staff positions [leader/deputy/medicine cat (apprentice)].
- Upon joining you must create a thread per cat, or request that we make a thread and send it to you. This is to ensure you're roleplaying in the clan and to help create a relationship [good or bad] with your character and the leader and/or deputy characters - they live in the same small clan, so they should know each other! There is no reply requirement so if you need to end the thread because your watchlist is full, just let us know c:
- PLEASE take note of the current clan situation. There is updates on the page per date that things are happening. This will help you find different ways to start threads or even introduce your cat to others. If you're confused about the plot, ask! We can help find a way to include you.
- NOTE FOR KITS ;; You are encouraged to let the leader pick the warrior name, however not required. Upon ceremonies for apprentices to warriors, cats will get their own personal promotion. This is not an automatic Apprenticepaw < Apprenticewarrior promotion. The leader will acknowledge any accomplishments or skills and give them their name after in a ceremony, just as the books.
- NOTE FOR ALL CAT NAMES. You are HIGHLY encouraged to pick names that would fit with the clan. Example; Water based names such as what RiverClan cats were often named. Silverstream, Mistypool, Stonefur. However, it is NOT required.
FORMAT ; (If you choose to let the leader choose the name for the apprentice later, do not make a [ ]. Just put Examplepaw.)
CATNAME [SUFFIX FOR KITS/APPRENTICES] roleplayed by Username Cat description here, must be four sentences minimum.
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Edited Jun 14, 2019 9:02:51 GMT -5 By Cleaver | Reason: updating for new leader
The hardest ones to break are the ones with the heaviest load to bear; that's just the way things are. Since kithood, Gravelshell has always been the epitome of Waterclan beauty; with her gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell pelt and stunning light hazel eyes. But rather than showing off her looks, she focused her time and energy on practicing her battle skills, long before she even became an apprentice. Fighting was like a second calling for her, and though she embraced it as her true talent, it quickly isolated her from and made her the subject of ridicule to her peers. By the time she finally became a warrior, it had become clear to her that Waterclan was too peaceful of a clan for her liking and took off without a second thought. Only when she heard Waterclan was being threatened did Gravelshell discover where her true loyalties lie, and quickly rose up the ranks with the honor of a true warrior, serving under Phoenixstar as a loyal deputy until she stepped down, leaving Gravelshell to take on the position as leader, leading Waterclan for several generations. To most outsiders, Gravelshell appears to be a very solitary and stoic cat, serious and a real stickler for the warrior code. But her clan and those close to her know the truth: she is a passionate and dynamic soul, a cat who puts her heart and entire being into everything she does, and once she makes a decision, she almost never wavers, even if that choice ends up being the wrong one. But above all, she has a caring heart and is willing to go above and beyond to make her clan happy, even if it means giving up her own life to do so. As a leader, Gravelshell went above and beyond to assure her clan lived in peace, even to the extent of becoming mates with the son of Dayclan’s leader to secure an alliance, though she grew to deeply love Leucisticcrow as a real mate over time. However, though she focused all her efforts on protecting the clan from threats outside, her downfall sadly came from inside the very clan she loved so much. Without any warning, an insane traitor within Waterclan murdered two kits and an apprentice and stole a life from her without hesitation or mercy. Shortly after the traitor was banished and later killed, she stepped down from her position without a second thought. Though the incident haunts her to this very day, Waterclan will forever be her entire world, and every day she strives to come a little bit more out of her shell. 2 lives remaining Elder
YUCCABLOSSOM roleplayed by GidgetGal
“I take my pills and I’m happy all the time, I love my girl but she ain’t worth the price…” There’s a fine line between optimism and pure delusion, but it’s nearly impossible to tell which side someone is actually on. A gorgeous black and ginger tortoiseshell with bright, sunny hazel eyes, Yuccablossom is the splitting image of her mother, Gravelshell. But while her former leader mother is stoic and rational, she is idealistic and positive to a fault. It is her wholehearted belief that there is no such thing as true evil in the world, and no matter what tragedies take place in front of her own eyes, there will always be peace and happiness just over the horizon. For most members of her clan, her cheerful demeanor is refreshing to see, but when the going gets tough, it can quickly get on a cat’s last nerve, or become extremely unnerving, depending on the situation. Because although she sees the world through rose-colored glasses, she is far from innocent. In fact, she’s almost alarmingly skilled at fighting and overpowering her opponents. It is only during these rare moments when one can see a different side of her; a dark look in her eyes as she talks about her dreams of a perfect utopia. Nevertheless, she is a loyal warrior who always has a supportive shoulder for those who need it. The only daughter of the Gravelstar and Leucisticcrow, they are usually the ones to step in when things get out of hand for her. But no matter how hard her overprotective and cynical mother may try, Yuccablossom cannot see any flaws in her naive beliefs. She loves her parents and her brothers dearly and is usually seen as the peaceful, albeit thorny, flower blooming amid their strong personalities.
At a first glance, Rustyheart appears like any other, doesn't she? Pretty orange fur with darker tabby stripes, a lighter underbelly and vibrantly green eyes. You wouldn't know her heart is a ticking time bomb. Her mother, Phoenixriver, then Phoenixstar's pregnancy was especially harsh, and she lost four lives just to give birth to her two daughters, two of her lives going to save the lives of the moment old twins, who otherwise would have died. Instead, the premature kits lived, each with their own defects. Rustyheart's name is kind of fitting in a morbid sort of way, when you think about it. She was born with an irregular heartbeat, and there's no telling when it'll decide just to quit on her. She can't do everything the other cats can, never could. She couldn't play as vigorously or as long, when stressful times came, she was often kept in the dark, and her training was a painfully slow process, because she could barely practice battle training, and really could only fish, seeing as it didn't raise her heart rate much. Of course, she understood her family's concern, why wouldn't you want to shelter your sister, daughter, etc, when any sort of activity could raise her chances of death tenfold? Even then, it's no guarantee she'll live a long or happy life. A couple times in her life already, Rusyheart's gotten too excited and fallen unconscious, only to be transported to the Medicine Den and the things she'd been allowed to do becoming less, and less, and less, as time wore on. Because of her disability, Rustyheart slowly began to close herself off from others, even family, besides her sister. They didn't understand, and she couldn't stand to see the pitying looks everyone gave her, them asking her whether she should really be out on patrol, or hunting, or anything. So she just started to keep her distance. She can't let them in. They'll just give her that same look, like she's a dead cat walking. Well, she is, in a way, she supposes. A ticking timebomb, right? Even she fears her own condition, which only furthered her isolation from feeling anything for others. She doesn't want friends, doesn't want family, doesn't want to hurt anyone because she might one day just cease to live without warning. So she lets them stare, ignores it all, and turns a cold shoulder to even the most persistent of clanmates. That way, she can protect herself and others from the hurt. Can't she?
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 24, 2019 0:53:21 GMT -5
GOLDRUSH Roleplayed by Primordialhaze It is said that the blood of a warrior cat has a gravitational pull like the moon has on the tide. Tobias could feel the pull since he was a young tom wondering the forest, crossing scent markers, and watching his back. It's a cat eat cat world you know. Born into the life of a loner from a sickly WaterClan warrior named Amaryllislagoon and a rogue named Toby. His mother who already had the Ripple Cough when she ran from WaterClan upon its dawning demise had a terrible kitting of five kits where only one survived. Even then Tobias lived a quarter moon as a sickly kitten when his mother passed on to her ancestors. Toby carried his new born son from queen to queen. Searching for any female with kits to keep him fed and growing. Toby feared his son would not out live him. Using herbs he came in contact with while Tobias was young, he kept him alive on the strings of hope and natural healing. While Tobias was old enough to catch his own meals his Toby suggested they settle in SunClan where he could retire in peace and warmth. Tobias refused and upon escorting his father to SunClan continued to wonder the territories on some whim of hope in belonging. The stories Toby would tell him of the disaster struck WaterClan would one day have him trace histories steps to the territory riddled in streams and lead him to Violeteyes. His simple knowledge of herbs from his father's teachings caught her eye and by StarClan's guidance led her to see Tobias' value for her dream of rebuilding her clan. Tobias had finally found his place among the living. His mothers WaterClan blood tugging in his veins to accept the offer. But the position came with a cost. The name his mother had chosen for him would have to be wiped from his future. But his mother's legacy would live on. Accepting the terms he willingly bent to the name of Goldrush. The gold for his dark yellow/orange eyes that glinted gold in the evening light. And rush for the water rushes that grew along the streams and river banks. He was a true WaterClan cat now. And not just any WaterClan cat. A Medicine Cat. Tobias, now Goldrush, started his days in WaterClan as a young unruly tom with some knowledge of how the world worked and how herbs could heal. With some help from the clans around them Goldrush learned more and more about herbs and healing and eventually even got to speak with StarClan and accept their blessing. He was now the father of the reborn Medicine Cat line in WaterClan. From him the next generation would learn the ways of healing, and from his apprentice a new apprentice would learn. He had to get this right. Goldrush is a thoughtful and quiet tom as an adult cat. His frame small and by no means muscular. The fur around his lips a shaded gray, his maw muddy white, his pelt a random assortment of misty grays, blacks, blues, browns, and whites. Really his pelt looks like a dirty mess of shadows splayed across the forest floor shifting and blurred by the wind through the canopy. He is gruff without meaning to be but very straight forward and honest. He is a true friend and a good voice of council.
STREAMWAVE Roleplayed by Fa-Reo-Votfis-El "My name is Streamwave. I was born on January 23 2018 into WaterClan to my WaterClan pureblooded Mother and Father, who when the clan was destroyed ran away, my Mother and I left the Clan territory and ended up on a beach where we made our living. She kept me safe for moons, when I turned six moons old she began to train me as a warrior, like what I would have or could be again someday. She had given me a name when I reached 3 moons old. She had named me Streamkit because I was kind, motherly and a good swimmer. My Mother taught me to always mind my manners, to keep my anger in check and to always obey and listen to those who are better or higher then me. She taught me to always mind my surroundings, how to fight, what herbs were good to use for what wounds, as well as how to identify deadly plants and sick animals. She taught me the warrior Code and Medicine Cat Code, telling me to live by both, so that I may serve StarClan to the best of my abilities. She taught me how to fish, and hunt animals in water and inland as well. When I became a warrior, she gave me the name Streamwave, because I was a strong, powerful and a great swimmer. When my Mother died it was only sunhigh that day. She had been given food by a Two-leg and it was killing her slowly. By the time I had gotten back with prey, my Mother was already close to death. I sat by her as she died, she made me promise to find or help build WaterClan back up again, and to do all she had taught me. I made her that promise. I stayed a few more sunrises, and after I buried her I set off to find the Clan. I headed in the direction my Mother had indicated. I walked for a few more days and then I smelled a cat nearby. The first sign of cat I had smelled in a while. I was curious and headed towards the cat. After all the searching I had done, I happened to find Violetstar, the new Leader of WaterClan. She accepted me in with open arms after I told her about my Mother. Now I am able to live the life that I should have been living, and I wouldn't give anything to anyone to give this life up. I remember the promise I made my Mother, and strive to be as caring, mothering, kind, strong, powerful, a great swimmer , loyal to the Warrior Code and Medicine Code as she would have expected me too. My fur is a light silvery-tan color with dark fading spots and stripes along the middle of my back, my face and tail. My eyes are an Icy blue hue that sparkles with hidden knowledge." Warrior
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BLUEDUSK Roleplayed by Fa-Reo-Votfis-El "Hi! I am Bluedusk. I was born on January 16 2017 after the destruction of WaterClan. My parents had both scattered in opposite directions, never to find each other again. My Mother joined a band of rogues, which taught me everything I know. After I turned 12 moons I fought my way to the top of the rogue group and became their Leader. I was only Leader for a few days when I kept getting dreams of StarClan, shimmering water, cats hunting prey. These dreams persisted till I finally decided to leave the rogue life and help form the Clan , what would become the new WaterClan. The Clan I was born into, but not raised in. I traveled long and hard looking for others of the Clan and picking many other cats along the way who wanted to join. Most of the cats I had picked up where ex-WaterClan cats or cats looking for a better life. I had promised them a well provided life and a better one. Are you wondering how I got my name. Since I was born into the Clan my Mother kept the tradition of warrior cat names , She named me Blue because of my blue -grey fur but because I am wise; calm; collected; intelligent; meek. She gave me the suffix Dusk because well because I am calm; a natural-leader , very Intelligent; sometimes quiet; and extremely courageous. She hoped that one day I would be able to lead or help bring back the Clan that she called home. That is my goal in life to help bring back the Clan and help to make it great again, even if the means serving the Clan as a Warrior or it's Leader, I will do all I can , even if it means giving up my life. I like to lead and try to do it as often as I can. Patrols of any kind, missions or quests. I will lead and offer advice till I breath my last. My fur is a bright blue-grey hue that I always keep sleek and clean, my eyes are a vibrant color of green that seems to pop out of my head." Warrior
CHIMERAHUNT Roleplayed by Cleaver There must have been a mistake. How could such a colossal failure, a shameful screw-up, be one of the only members of his family with the courage to stay behind and tend to his sick clan? How could he be the one to survive, when his ragged ginger coat is speared by bones fighting free of his skinny and unfed body? He only lives because of the so-called mercy of Mercenary Evelyn, who carved his eye from its socket and left him in ruin, and yet he was one of the few that faced the Ripple Cough head-on and lived to tell the tale. His family fled with only the duty-bound Guardian left behind, and yet he stayed as well - he, who had spent moon after moon of his life alone, depressed, and bitter, who spent his days slumped to the ground and unresponsive in his misery. Their butler stayed with him, and as they tended to the dead and the dying day by day, there had never been a closer bond between them. There was a silent understanding that grew between them, and impossibly, he found he loved the old toad more than he did any other, more than the brother that had left him behind, even as he struggled to grasp the monumental sacrifice Ghosttoad had made when he chose to die with Chimerahunt rather than serve his first master, Chim's older brother Dragonguard. But despite everything that changed when the sickness ravaged their clan, there is one constant in his life, and that's Chim himself. Any cat that thought the traumatic events would alter his personality would be severely disappointed, and only those that were there through it all could recognize there was something changed in him as he stood surrounded by death. For the rest, he is the same: a pathetic waste of prey with an ounce of squandered potential, an enigma only because a few cats seem to believe there is more to his character then let on. The gaping socket on the right side of his face, where he paid the price for his theft so many moons ago, is his pretty side; the green left eye that remains is desolate and depressed, world-bitter and lonely. The kit looked like his father, but the adult is a sorry sight. His accusatory half stare is sharp and cutting, his tongue twisted and bitter, and just as likely to dole out a sour insult as an order to the unfortunate soul that dragged him from his stupor. His wit is quick but rarely applied to practical matters, at least not in the eye of the masses, who he is all too content to stare baleful upon and force them to keep their distance. Compared to his clanmates he looks only a crumpled leaf collapsed by a gust of wind, but there is a reckless spark and a determined grit that have brought him this far, and propel him onward. It takes a cat insane to choose to enter the battle first, but it takes a true madness to face it as he does. The front line and the rusher, when the command is given he throws himself into the war with all his bitterness exposed to the world. Quick as a beam of light, tough as a fire ant, he is less technique then he is a dangerous flail of limbs. From one opponent to the next he dances, striking blows here and there to weaken his opponents so his fellow clanmates can defeat them. In his element, and in the rare opportunities when he is observed with his guard down, this gruff reminder of a family faded is a warrior as noble and capable as the rest - but he is too wary to left anyone suspect he has more to offer, and he has long mastered keeping his clanmates in the dark. If it wasn't for the sickness and his strange stubbornness when it came to dealing with it, he would have been content as an insignificant backdrop to the glory of his clan and family. For just a moment, to the remains of his clan, he was useful, and moving forward he has little choice but to accept that and begin to help his clan once again. Chim faces every task with a grim and sour outlook that drains on the mood of his companions, but none can deny he embodies the spirit of a WaterClan warrior in his own way.
Warrior
(not sure if we're supposed to link to the thread but here it is. his name isn't water-themed because he's my existing character)
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
2,485 posts
Post by simplylight on Jan 24, 2019 20:40:26 GMT -5
RAINPAW Roleplayed by simply.light Everything. He lost everything to the the ripple of death that wiped out the entire clan. His brothers were the first to pass on to Starclan. Aspenpaw and Breezepaw had meant everything to him. They were his rock, his best friends. Then, he lost his mother who had already been through so much grief between his father and then the passing of her babies. Rainpaw was shaken to the core. His whole world had been shaken like effects the wracking cough that plagued his mind. Why didn't Starclan take him, as well? Instead, they thought it best to leave him, miserable and alone. He was barely a skeleton of a cat; skin on brittle bones. The aqua eyes that earned him his name were stagnant and lifeless. However, there is always the hope of sunlight at the end of the storm. Where he should have withered away in sorrow, the brave tom worked to restore himself and his identity. He worked tirelessly as an apprentice, always helping hunt for the weaker ones and fetch herbs when needed. He shouldered the weight of his two brothers, carrying out what would have been their portions of duties. His continuous labor shows through the thick bands of muscles around his shoulders. Blue-grey fur covers the top half of his frame while snowy white paints across his underbelly and chest. While life had certainly taken it's toll on Rainpaw and Waterclan in general, he remains strong in faith and determination. "Explosions on the day you wake up / Needing somebody and you've learned / It's okay to be afraid / But it will never be the same"
Silvermist Roleplayed by Spottedleaffan21 Silvermist is a silver she-cat with dark gray spots and green eyes. She is a high energy bubbly, and very ditsy she-cat. She was only an apprentice when the sickness hit her clan and now with the talk of returning, she couldn't be more excited. This silly kitty is super sweet and her personality often brings smiles to any cat she comes across. Warrior
OTTERMYSTIQUE Roleplayed by Ian Her body is reminiscent of her heritage. It still shows the markings of a pure bred, even though she is a cat that was born inside the walls of WaterClan. Despite this wild birth, it is still clear who she is, that she belongs to a long line of burmese cats. How is that so? Her mother, an escaped pure bred, managed to find WaterClan as she was pregnant with her final litter. Thus, Ottermystique managed to be born a WaterClan native, despite not coming from a long line of WaterClan cats. Especially now, though, that aspect of her life is mostly forgotten. Most of her life seems forgotten, although memories of old still linger in the back of her head. Memories of death, destruction, of losing everything. She tries not to let those thoughts drown her, though. Don't forget the happy thoughts, the brown feline reminds herself constantly. You can't forget the happy thoughts. Generally, this leads the feline to have a very positive energy about her on most days. This makes the incredibly bright cat lovable, despite her sassy nature. She isn't afraid to say things as they are and she is quick with sarcasm, but everything she says is in good fun. warriorcatclans2.freeforums.net/thread/1360/sign-private
WISHINGWELL Roleplayed by blankslate Is she a coward or does she simply have more self-preservation than most. Wishingwell can't tell you either way, the decision is up to you to make. When cats in Waterclan started falling ill she was one of the first to start separating herself from the others. Slowly going back to camp less, spending nights out in the territory in fear of falling sick. Her fear of death, of Ripple cough so great that she eventually slipped from Waterclan all together, previous loyalty overridden by her blind fear of falling to the painful death she had seen her clanmates suffer to. The pretty turkish angora leaving to roam as a loner, keeping an ear open towards news of her old clan but also embracing the new freedoms, trying desperately to distract herself from the guilt she felt in leaving her birth clan. In this blind quest she easily accepted the affections of another loner, embracing his love and hoping it could make up for the regrets that plagued her. When she heard news of Waterclan's survival though she knew she had to return. Had spent so long drowning in her guilt and eager for a chance to repent for leaving. But she brought with her new life, and she dearly hoped the sickness was truly gone. And she wasn't dooming a future generation for her own selfish reasons.
Jaysolstice - Jaysolstice is a muscular white tom with grey ears, one which wraps around his blue eyes, almost giving him a mask, and a long fluffy grey tail. Jaypaw is bold and brave but also logical and sometimes a bit of a worrier. He thinks before he acts and is aware of the consequences of every action he makes. He was found with his littermates when he was a kit and taken in and raised in WaterClan, therefore he doesn't know who is parents are. However, his mother is Yellowmoon, which makes him related to a past leader named Musicalstar. His muscular stature means that not much intimidates him but he's not pushy or aggressive, he's fiercely loyal to WaterClan.
Umbramoon is a small tabby she-cat with bright teal eyes. She has a very happy spirit and a very open mind. She loves just about everyone, unless you do something very terrible to her. And even then, she will most likely forgive you. She's very attentive, and often times when others gloss over small details, she finds them the most important. Despite her bright attitude, she is very timid around large groups of cats, so meetings are usually nightmares for her. She is most comfortable honing her skills; hunting in the forest; or around other cats she is well acquaintances with, like family or friends. It's hard to scare her off, for her will is hard to break.
apprentice
I don't have a mentor for her yet would you still like me to create a thread?
TURTLESPLASH Roleplayed by Lynx. A fluffy white-and-brown tabby, found as a kit with her siblings Orcakit, Sharkkit, Dolphinkit, and Raykit. Despite being the runt of the litter, she was surprisingly the only member of her litter to survive their first moon, perhaps because of the extra care she received. She fervently wishes her siblings were still alive. Her eyes are a rather mysterious, murky colour. They're so dark that no cat can tell if they're seaweed green or deep-ocean blue. Ambitious yet a tad mischievous, she makes sure to always balance play with work. Warrior
she can mentor Umbrapaw if you still need a mentor for her ^-^
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 26, 2019 11:38:29 GMT -5
ECLIPSEKNIGHT Roleplayed by Honeystorm A gray tabby she-cat with eclipse eyes of deep sapphire blue edged with radiant emerald green. A survivor, through and through. She survived her mother, Musicalstar's disappearance as a kit, her death when she was older, the loss of her mate and of most of her kits to the WaterClan sickness. She helped kill her own sister, Yellowmoon, when the she-cat went off the rails, abusing and killing her own kits, and mutilating the rest. No one can say her life has been easy, but by now, she's been through too much to give up anytime soon. Leading her and Gravelshell's relatives to DayClan to wait out the sickness, confronted with the fact that they were captured and surviving until not only they were freed, but Violetstar allowed them to return. Her home is WaterClan, and even though her son Crimsoneclipse chose to stay in DayClan with her nephew Eternallaughter, she couldn't give up on the clan she gave everything to. So she's back, and though she's not the youngest or the strongest, she is certainly one of the wisest, able to find humor in hardship and kindness in anger. She didn't break herself down to nothing and build herself back up just to crumble again. Not this time. Warrior
FLORIANMISCHIEF Roleplayed by Honeystorm When Caspianpaw and many of his kits died, Florianpaw knew it was time to leave. The kits that remained wouldn't survive the sickness, and Gravelshell couldn't bear to lose another so close to her. So the green eye'd tuxedo tom left with Eclipseknight and Skylerkit, and they made their way away from their home until such a time as it was safe to return. Now that he's back, however, he's determined never to leave, never to feel so useless again. He's angry too, and as stubborn and troublesome as ever. If the tom was a wildfire before, he is an uncontainable blaze now. Thoughtless and sarcastic, with a mask of arrogance to hide his insecurities, he throws himself head first into things he doesn't know, stubborn to the point of fault, and it's near impossible to change his mind once it's set. If he could calm down, sit and think for even a heartbeat, the tom has the potential to let his hidden wisdom and intelligence shine, though for the moment it's all just locked away in the back of his mind. Warrior
SKYLERPAW [ aroma ] Roleplayed by Honeystorm He was born into a painful life, his mother killed by her grandmother, his grandmother killed by his clan, his father and family killed by a sickness no one could face, along with those he knew and looked up to. Swept away to DayClan in his youth, he never knew stability or calm, and this has tainted the handsome tom's heart of gold. Intelligent and charming, kind as can be but with a tongue that can twist any mind to his whims, he is a sharp mind that always seems to be fighting against injustice, quick to lash out and slow to open up to others on a more than superficial level. He gets anxious in too calm times, fearing the worst, and often panics internally when his family is gone from his eye even a moment longer than they've told him they'll be. Despite the warm mask, his heart and is guarded, only flickers of the shining soul within the cage being revealed to the world. He is an impossibly soft, plush tom with creamy vanilla white fur overlaid with dark gray along his head and spine. Lighter gray silhouettes break up the deep shade like smoke, gray spotting underlining seductive eyes of deep blue, pale silver-blue webbing giving his gaze the appearance of shattered ice. Ebony lace runs up his legs and along his flank, oh so similar to his mother, but so different at the same time, with a plume of a tail that sweeps behind him. Extraordinarily beautiful for such a broken cat, but maybe one day he will overcome his demons, and the light inside him will shine just as wonderfully as the pelt that draws others to him. Apprentice
( Skylerpaw will need a mentor, and if anyone else joins with an apprentice, I can mentor for them if needed. c: )
BROOKSPECKLE Roleplayed by biyuu A pale grey tabby she-cat, with darker flecks across her spine and flanks, and pale blue eyes. Quiet and contemplative, she rarely acts or speaks without considering all her options - and technically speaking, there's an infinite number of those, so she rarely ends up speaking or acting at all. She has garnered notoriety amongst her Clanmates for her ability to approach them without making a single sound, and scaring them when she finally does speak up - some even joke that they need to put a kittypet collar with a bell around her neck, just so they know where she is. Brookspeckle cares little for developing romantic relationships, and wouldn't mind living the rest of her life without ever finding someone to spend it with. Though she doesn't often speak kindly of the Clans, including her own, she is quietly loyal to WaterClan and considers it her home, even if she has no real family ties there. In her younger years she defined herself by her staunch, rigid moral code and affinity for doing 'the right thing', but after seeing almost here entire Clan wiped out by a sickness no other Clan cared to treat, she's found herself becoming more and more apathetic to the idea of trying to do right by the warrior code. Warrior
note ~ brookspeckle is an old cat of mine i once deleted, but am now bringing back - though i suppose that doesn't matter, as her name is related to water anyway xD
Warden of Primal Instinct ♦ High Priest of BrookClan ♦ MedCat of WaterClan
836 posts
Post by Primordialhaze on Jan 26, 2019 20:03:53 GMT -5
MEANDERINGWOLF Roleplayed by Primordialhaze The prowl of a wolf can be a terrifying ordeal. Especially if you are the prey at the end of their sight. Meanderingwolf is a medium sized misty brown and gray she-cat with black tabby stripes and white stocking legs, as well as a white chest. She has soft pale yellow eyes. Much like a wolf in her own way, Meanderingwolf is silent on her paws and quick witted. She would much rather strike first than ask questions. Although she is not above asking for help when needed. Meanderingwolf is a rogue through and through. She struggles with authority but knows her place. She tends to speak before thinking and can be a bit of a pain when time calls for sensitivity over brute force. Meanderingwolf spent a short amount of time being courted by the WinterClan Chieftain, Leatherstar. When she discovered she was pregnant she decided to end their relationship without telling him. She wondered to another part of the forest following the prey and the seasons. When her kitting drew near she found herself at Violetstar's mercy. The young queen was accepted with conditions, when the leader discovered the father. Now living happily in WaterClan, Meanderingwolf will raise her kits and future kits to understand and accept the warrior code and the blessings of clan life.
:3 Queen! Nursing (will add kits names when i come up with them lol )
Post by Honeystorm on Jan 27, 2019 15:06:21 GMT -5
JINXKIT Roleplayed by Honeystorm Born to Seba, before the daylight warrior's untimely demise, Jinx lived the first three moons of her life in a barn, the first with the influence of her mother, and when the she-cat disappeared without a trace, life continued on with her five siblings, Patch, Smokey, Lucky, Apple, and Dusty. For two moons, they lived their life feasting off mice and growing at a rapid rate, but always wondering when, and if, their mother would ever return. She never did, but two WaterClan warriors, Eclipseknight and Hazelstorm came one day to catch the mice in the barn, after the former remembered Seba, who'd died due to the WaterClan sickness. That was the day that changed everything for the litter. They found out their mother was dead, and ultimately, chose to move away from the warm comfort of the barn to an exciting new life in WaterClan, the first kits the clan gained after the sickness wiped out the rest or drove them away. Jinx is an interesting cat, kind and caring, but she tends to go to extremes. Hunting? Have to catch the entire forest. Fighting? Name a time and place and she'll fight ten cats all at once. She doesn't know the meaning of giving anything less than her all, for good and bad, and usually gets in trouble for it. She also struggles with the warrior code. Some of it makes sense, but she has a tendency to bend the rules at times, when it suits her, or she just thinks it's stupid, leading her to often be considered stubborn or troublesome, though she's really just overly enthusiastic, a cat who listens to her own instincts over ideals made by some ancient cats in the stars. Kit c;
would you still like me to create a thread?