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MOTHKIT Roleplayed by nepenthes Wide, trusting pale green eyes. A plumy pelt of cream, bleeding into flames wrapping around his legs, tail, and ears. Although in possession of a thick pelt, the frame underneath is small and slim, perhaps stunted from his time as a sickly youth. From the time Mothkit was born, he was prone to spells of weakness, fell ill with ease, and shied from sound and light. A sensitive tom, he spent a lot of time in his nest and with his mother and eventually his adoptive sister Thornkit. Although born to a loner, his mother fed him stories of the clan they were descended from while he rested and recovered from his weak spells, fanning a fire in his chest. She spun him tales of a great and noble clan living in the mountains, surrounded by steadfast oaks, soaring pines, everlasting cedars and carpeted with hardy wildflowers in the springs. To the small tom who only ever saw the inside of a dilapidated barn and lived with his small family, the idea of living with other cats striving under a shared purpose, under the shade of ancient trees and open skies, sounded like a grand adventure. Once Mothkit and Thornkit were strong enough, their mother decided she finally wanted to try to find this place where their family originated from, and took them on a journey to find Fallclan. The journey was long and hard, and one morning after their mother didn't return from hunting, Thornkit took up the reigns and led the two kits over the last stretch of their journey to find the clan, their new home. Despite the hardships the young tom endured during his early moons, Mothkit's always held a positive attitude, always trying to find the silver lining to the situations he and his family found themselves in. He's a cat that finds something to appreciate in everyone who crosses his path, which can sometimes blind him to cats who may have ill intentions. One of the cats he loves and admires the most is his adoptive sister Thornkit, who joined his small family as a scruffy spitfire from the streets, and quickly proved herself to be a stubborn, blunt, hardworking, fiercely loyal sibling. When he falls to his lowest moments, he always imagines catching up to his stronger, taller, intense sister. Sometimes he feels like he'll always be chasing at her heels, but it's a place that he doesn't mind being at if its her. While generally a gentle, calm, and positive tom, the flame of a warrior burns within his chest. Of course he wants to be strong, a skillful hunter, and reliable warrior for his clan. When his body seems to hold him back from those aspirations, it's inevitable that even a tom such as Mothkit would get frustrated. He tries to hide it when he gets upset with himself, with varying results. Typically his emotions play clear as day over his face, but it may be a skill he'll eventually learn. For a small cat, he has a strong passion for life and bat-like ears he's likely to never grow into. kit
Trickfoot is a small, short legged white she-cat with soft creams flowing over her face, body and tail. She has piercing blue eyes. It isn't hard to tell just by looking at her that compassion runs deep within her heart and soul, constantly looking after and caring for others, trying to heal any part of them that may be broken or missing. It all started when she was younger, this need to heal, whether it be mentally or physically and it has only grown as she has. She works daily to become stronger, not only for herself but for those close to her, knowing that the stronger she is the better she can protect them. Her and Strongjaw have been friends since childhood, a duo that has surely turned heads, she is also best friends with Airtempest and Greyhunt. Warrior
How is one supposed to feel when the first thing they encounter in life is pain and fear? While most are brought into this world surrounded by love and a nurturing touch, it was not the case for her and her siblings, tortured and abused since birth, constantly afraid and wondering if it would ever end, praying that it would end even if it meant death. She had lost count of how many times she wished death would take her away, take her siblings away so that they would no longer have to suffer, it would be a fitting end, one final blow of pain and then eternal peace. It was not death that freed her though, there came a day that one of her siblings could no longer accept the life they were given and so they ran, found and named by Tatteredraven as a symbol of this new beginning and thus the little nameless she-cat would therefore be known as Darlingkit until the day she would be made a warrior and take the name Darlingaffection. Darlingaffection does not believe in love, and honestly can you blame her? She will always hold her past close yet hidden away from the prying eyes around her, the scars that mark her pelt and those that lay within a reminder to herself of how cruel life is. Her past affected her greatly and instead of letting it go and trying to move forward she uses it to fuel the darkest parts of her, to keep the hope others feel from reaching her. When she first arrived in Fallclan it was no surprise she had to spend her first nights in the medicine cats den with Hystericplague and Amberpaw, visited often by Tatteredraven and Calamitystar as these four cats were the only ones who knew of her horrible start. It didn't take long before Darlingaffection took a liking to the former medicine cat Hystericplague, it's safe to say she became quite obsessed with him, following him around and growing angry when others especially Amberpaw took his attention from her, this didn't stop once he became deputy, it intensified.
oh shoot i'm sorry thats my fault. i know she was on the page today because i was copying & pasting her bio for the layout format, so i must have accidentally deleted her during that! i'll re-add her, my bad!!
SILVERTIGER Roleplayed by creativefyre Silvers, greys, brown, black and white play on Silvertiger's pelt. Frost white fur is on his chin, toes and tail. The rest of his body is covered in silver, with grey flecks. Black tabby markings make Silvertiger look like; well, a silver tiger. His muzzle has a hint of chestnut brown. An attack first, ask questions later kind of tom. However, this strategist has proven to cause Silvertiger more trouble than prevent trouble. Being as stubborn as he is, Silvertiger would never change his ways. A pretty decent fighter, thanks to his bulk and ferocity. However, Silvertiger can be very impatient and this sings in his poor hunting skills. Though he can be a little tough to get along with, Silvertiger rarely means any harm when he gets into a heated exchange with a Clan mate. One of Silvertiger's biggest fears is having kits. When Silvertiger was a young kitten himself, his father wasn't the most friendly towards his children. Silvertiger's father was stuck raising a kit he didn't want, and blamed the death of his mate on. However, Silvertiger's father had died before Silvertiger became a Warrior. However, his father's words will forever live on in Silvertiger's head. All of Silvertiger's acting out is him just trying; perhaps a little to hard, to prove himself. Warrior
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ODDFACE Roleplayed by creativefyre Oranges, white and black. Orange tabby markings and black splatter all over Oddface's body, like some sort of battle for dominance. The slightest hints of white, her chin, paw tips and tail tip. Her face, half black, half ginger tabby. A chimera calico. And odd face she has. One could either find beauty in her mixed face, but most see oddity. Ugliness. A fairly solitary feline, though not by choice. Oddface learned the moment her understood by her own mother called her 'Oddkit', most cat's don't like anyone who looks or act's different. A pair of jade green eyes are like pair of gems in Oddface's eye sockets. She rarely speaks, because she is rarely spoken too. Oddface sticks to her self, and goes about her day the best that she could. As a young adult, her peers mocked her for her appearance. As they all grown into their Warrior names, Oddface has notice the mockery is no longer verbal, but rather in actions. A great hunter and fighter, Oddface is a fairly well rounded Warrior. She has long since lost known bloodkin to the ranks of StarClan, but Oddface still treks on. Her one true purpose in life is to serve her Clan. Oddface's deepest desire is to have someone look at her and actually see her. Not for her appearance, but actually see that there is a cat behind this odd face. Warrior
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LEAFKIT || BLOOM Roleplayed by CreativeFyre Her pelt looks like leaves on an autumn day. A beautiful mixture of browns and oranges, like dried leaves on the forest floor. Dark auburn tabby stripes are subtle in Leafbloom's thick pelt. Markings of cream under her jaw and the tips of her toes. Irresistible leaf green eyes add the splash of colour her look needs. Leafbloom can be a little bit shy around other cats, especially in a social setting. Once her shell is cracked, Leafbloom actually does have a personality under all of her anxiety. A fairly average Warrior, Leafbloom neither excels or fails at hunting for fighting. Though once she feels comfortable, you can bet your tail Leafbloom is feisty and will put up a fight if need be. Leafbloom's deepest desires is to have kits of her own one day. Oh, and maybe find a mate to love as well. Leafbloom was abandoned as a kit in FallClan, along with her brother Branchbreaker. They where brought in by the Medicine Cat Apprentice at the time; Amberpaw. Leafbloom has no memories of her parents, but knows she was handled by twolegs at a young age. Part of her anxiety stems around wondering if deep down, she is a worthless kittypet pretending to be a Warrior. Kitten
Roleplayed by Phantom Honeykiss is a dilute grey, orange and white calico similar to her mother Bella, but her vibrant green eyes are the same as her fathers, a long tail and whiskers complete her elegant look. She has a graceful gait when she walks, her hips swaying side to side in an almost hypnotizing manner, finding it easy to make friends she is rather popular with the toms; stealing hearts left and right even as a kit. As she grew older the attention she received constantly grew with her, it was a rare moment if she did not have another by her side or a line of suitors waiting for their chance to win her love.
DOVECAPER roleplayed by Turtlenoir If one word could describe how Dovecaper looks, stunning would suffice. Blanketed in soft fur that hugs Dovecaper's frame gently. A pure, silvery white pelt, resembling that of a white dove, thus earning him his prefix. A lightly built feline, at a certain angle, Dovecaper may appear scrawny. Elegantly and gracefully built with distinctive curves. A dainty tail twirls from time to time, in a nervous twitch. He has a large, pale peach nose that sits comfortably on his maw. Long, delicate whiskers cascade from Dovecaper's maw and curl in which-ever way they please. Large, lemon-shaped eye sockets seem to take up most of Dovecaper's skull. His eye sockets hold captive the stars of his beauty-- soft green eyes that slowly tint grey around the rims. Raised by her father with the help of a foster mother, Dovecaper holds mix feelings towards females. However, Dovecaper holds a great amount of love and respect towards his father biological, Leafpelt. Dovecaper never new his birth mother, and does not mind being blind to that knowledge for as long as he lives. Instead of a mother, Dovecaper had two fathers-- his other father being Falleninterlude. Dovecaper tries his best to be as close as possible, and to be the best brother possible to his sibling Patchpetal and Mudkit. Dovecaper loves his family deeply and would do anything to make them happy or protect them from harm. A feline of emence grace and swagger, every step is full of personality and purpose. When it comes to promises, Dovecaper is extremely black and white. When Dovecaper makes a promise, he will try his hardest to complete it or mentally kicks himself if he fails to do so. When it comes to friends and loved ones, Dovecaper is devoted in making them happy. Dovecaper is a very maternal feline, and is often drawn to Kits and Apprentices. He would love to be a father one day, so he can pass along the love his fathers shown to him. When an unexpected battle is brewing, Dovecaper is not in his element. Quite often, Dovecaper takes it on himself because of his swift size, to fetch help or back-up when it is needed. With a certain hopefulness, Dovecaper would like to try make every happy as much as possible-- Dovecaper can be bit of a cat pleaser. One thing Dovecaper dislikes to see is a cat who is sad or hurt. Dovecaper is usually a quiet soul, having the grace of never saying a word to much. However, at times, Dovecaper can be kind of fussy over the most sillies of things. Regardless, Dovecaper usually likes to keep the peace and not cause to much drama. At times, Dovecaper can be twitchy an nervous. Dovecaper intimately aware of his surroundings, and just gets these unnerving feelings. Most of the time, Dovecaper has a skip in his step or even a dance in his ways. In his more energetic moments, Dovecaper is very lively and playful. His mother was Olivedove/star. Elder (SAD SAD DAY)
DANDELIONCROWN roleplayed by Turtlenoir A small resilient floral weed that dot the rolling fields, woods and mountain sides. In all stages of its life it brings happiness to others. The bright yellow petals a reminder of the sun’s beauty, strength, warmth and happiness. The yellow flowers bring happiness to a kitten’s youth. Whether given to parent as a bouquet or fashion into a floral crown. Their brightness bring long lasting youthful happiness. When a dandelion enters the next stage of its like transforming into a white puffball. The fragile seeds add to a long running belief and of hope. That if one makes a wish and blows on the seeds sending them along to float on the breeze your wish will come true. Hope and wishes were small fragile things that Dandelioncrown clung on to in his youth. Born to his father Whitelily (Fallclan) and mother Caspiansea/star (Springclan). He was the only one out of his litter to survive. Growing up as an only child he seeked out the companionship of other cats his age. The one cat he connected to the most and closest wish was a she-cat known as Azaleapaw. They were inseparable from kithood all the way to their apprenticeship. Azaleapaw brought youthful happiness into Dandelioncrown’s life. That was until a dare gone wrong that sent Dandelioncrown and Azaleapaw tumbling down the hillside and into the waterfall pool. A head injury crippling Dandelioncrown’s sight. While his friend Azaleapaw didn’t survive the fall. The injury ripping Dandelioncrown’s chances at being a warrior out of his paws. Leaving him bitter about his situation and in denial about his friend’s death. He clung to hope that she was still alive and could always be found with an Azalea flower tucked in the thick white fur by his ear or an Azalea flower found near his nest. The dandelion the flower for which he was named after becoming a personal symbol. The yellow dandelion a symbol of strength as he struggle to be the bigger older brother to his younger sisters Cloverdream, Camelliadestiny, Carnationanthem, and Chrysanthemumblossom. While countless white dandelion puffs would be wished upon as Dandelioncrown became the hopeful dreamer that his friend would someday return to his side. “I wish for this.” - Misha Collins. Warrior
BIJOU roleplayed by Turtlenoir Built of brittle bones and loose skin. Cobbled together with the seemingly left over parts from his siblings. Born last but towering like a gargoyle over his more compactly built siblings. Chasing death and misadventure, he has never been scared of the darker aspects of their life. The tortured screams that haunted the night during their kit-hood, watching their mothers retreating back and eyes pass over them with no acknowledgment, none of these things phased him. So much so that he got it into his head he could do anything, be anything, go against anyone. After all, the things that seemed to dis-settled those around him never phased him. This notion was scarred into his pelt for him to remember for the rest of his days. His grandfather Cicero not taking kindly to his attempts at taking his followers right out from under him. The scar ripped across his nose and under his soft blue eyes, ugly and red from the infection is suffered when he first got it, does not bother him though. He carries it boldly, a challenge that tells others how he is willing to stick his face right into the lions den and grin into their gaping maws. Pushing and pushing until someone either has to push back harder or give way to him. The incident, also did little to affect his relationship with Cicero himself. Still choosing to follow his grandfather when Cicero disbanded his group of rouges; despite being given the option to make his own way. Soft white fur, different as well among his siblings, lending him no camouflage. And it was never something he learned to work around, instead he learned to approach things openly. Deception tied into his steps, a bluff to all those who might stand opposite him. Subtlety will never be his foray, which disappoints Cicero. But he plays his own sort of bold games. The same bold games that got him recognized by Starclan. An entity that he never believed in but chose him to follow in his father Thrushstar and mother Eternalstar's pawsteps. After pushing his medicine cat away and loosing his touch on reality. In the middle of the night he left. Gone with the wind and taken into Primal Instinct. Warrior
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Post by achromatic on Apr 10, 2020 18:45:41 GMT -5
SILVERSPECTRE Roleplayed by achromatic If someone only listens with their ears, can they truly hear? Is it possible to listen without using your ears? The answer has always been yes to Silverspectre. It isn't that he can't speak. He just prefers to speak inside his head, where words flow out as easily as the river. He easily has conversations with everything, the clouds, the trees, the birds...unfortunately, his physical being is a dam that stops the flood, a box that keeps his spirit locked in a prison of fur and skin. The small, lithe tom, timid and constantly shrinking back, only resembling the cool confidence of his heritage in his frosty silver furs and golden eyes. Hailing from WinterClan originally, he left after his mother died and his father left to mourn. Born in a litter of two, his brother stole his voice and ran for the heavens as soon as they were born, and now he wears this skin for both of them. He's quite the observer–intelligent, quiet, inquisitive–noticing even the littlest things about others, but he melts into the background without a sound, for Silverspectre is a ghost. If you only listen with your ears, you'll never find him.
A rather charismatic cat, Flintfeather excels in talking others in circles. He enjoys conversation much more than combat, and in a perfect world, wars are one with words instead of claws. Since such a utopia is impossible to reach, obviously, the tom settles for getting under the skin of others. Yes, he probably enjoys irritating Clan-mates a bit too much, and doesn't really stop doing so until he's satisfied, or until the poor victim of his incessant fast-talking has had enough. If he had just a bit more to gain, and a little less to lose, Flintfeather would probably occupy much of his time spreading rumors about plenty of cats, both within Fallclan and out of it. Being an agent of chaos is certainly a tiring job, and one that leaves little room for friends.
CRIPPLINGKIT || ANXIETY Roleplayed by Phantom Constantly plagued with anxiety, panic attacks and fear so overwhelming she suffered from blackouts, this small ragged cream she-cat was given the name Cripplinganxiety. Her large blue and amber eyes always either open wide in fear or squeezed shut as she fights the turmoil raging within her, the feeling that everything around her will eventually fall apart, everyone is against her, that nothing good will ever happen despite everything saying it's fine. She doesn't talk much to others, having been told that she is being irrational or her imagination is running wild, that she is making it all up, it's all in her head and she is faking it all for attention when she isn't. Kit
PECANKIT || HARVEST Roleplayed by Phantom Pecanharvest is a fairly good looking chocolate brown and white tom, he has very defining features that make him stand out from others, starting with his large ears and angular face extending to his exceptionally long legs and flowing tail. His most eye catching feature though is his eyes, naturally brown in color they glow with rings of bright amber when he steps into the sunlight. Pecanharvest while sweet as pie is reckless, he has a tendency to follow others blindly for the sheer thrill of it, getting his paws dirty in not only their plans but those that he comes up with himself. He is outgoing and doesn't know how to control the volume of his voice which just makes it harder to understand him with his deep rooted southern accent. Pecanharvest did not grow up close to his mother, she maid little effort to know him and his siblings and it caused a rift between them, he will never forget that but as he grew he began trying to close that gap in their relationship, giving her the benefit of the doubt even if the others wouldn't he believed that she deserved a second chance to prove she could be a good mother considering their out of clan father was never in the picture. Kit
APPLEKIT || BLUSH Roleplayed by pao The love of a kittypet named Bella and the clan cat Applecrisp created a litter of girls that would forever become a handful for their father. Appleblush would be at the center of all of his problems. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that their mother wanted nothing to do with them, but Appleblush has been seeking attention since she was small. Ginger tabby and pale washed-out green eyes just screams wild child. Seemingly small and innocent, she is anything but. Constantly sneaking out of camp, scheming mischief, and going against everything her father says are just a few of the things she's done to give her father one heart attack after another. She knows best, at least if you ask her she does. Chestnutheart, her sister, basically mothers her and she can not stand it! How dare the other she-cat thinks she can go around telling her how to live her life! But just wait, Appleblush will be the death of her father and her sister's last "I told you so." Kit
CINDERKIT || SNAKE Roleplayed by pao As the son of Maplefox and Cobravenom, Cindersnake has known the family feud since birth. His mother and aunt have gone at it worse than kits arguing over a moss ball, and he and his siblings are at the center of it all. Orange and black mixed fur gave him the name of cinder, like dying embers and glowing flames. His green eyes are piercing like a snake's and just as bored looking. Cindersnake has always sat back and watched as his family fought over who's better, and well he's just over it now. Part of him wishes he was apart of a different family. The other part joins his uncle and dad as they watch the fights from the sidelines. If it wasn't for the fact that he loves his mother dearly, he'd just ignore them all. But he's always been a momma's boy. kit
BOGSLIDE Roleplayed by Consuela A dark melanistic bengal, short-haired tom with a pale green gaze. He is quite averagely sized, toned and defined just right. His coat is nearly always slick and clean thanks to the swimming skills he obtained at a young age in his ex-home of Waterclan, which he often uses to catch prey. Growing up in Waterclan, Bogslide was more than content. Having a rather large and loving family, he grew up learning the importance of a close family unit, that is until the floods happened that wiped out his entire clan including his family. Bogslide was washed up near the two-legs area where he was rescued and groomed back to health. He was passed on from different foreign two-leg territories before finally ending up in a home with two other cats, one being an ex-Earthclan cat named Frostfang who had also been swept by the floods. Due to a combination of complications in the home and a powerful homesickness, the two decided to band together and escape their two-leg home in search of a new home amongst the clans again, finding refuge in the arms of Fallclan. Bogslide is quite intelligent with an impressive memory that aids him well. He is immensely observant of others which adds to the power behind his empathetic nature. Bogslide has natural charm, meaning he doesn’t really need to think too hard when it comes to building relationships. Family is a huge value to this tom who has lost every one of his own biological family, so he is immensely protective of those he considers family, so much so that at times it can be overbearing. Warrior
FINCHRUNNER Roleplayed by Consuela A short-haired silver and black striped she-cat with grey-blue eyes. Finchrunner is a vivacious and enthusiastic she-cat that is generally sweet-tempered. Her full-of-life attitude is infectious, especially paired with her bruning ambition to be great. Finchrunner is free-spirited, often going off on her own without letting other cats know. She is instinctively independent and will rarely ask for her; it isn’t until she is drowning in stress that she will set aside her pride to ask for her. As much as she strives to grow in life, she struggles handling criticism and will often grow irritated if she is outright judged or criticized. Finchrunner is often the first to stand up and speak when given the platform or the first to jump into the fight if ever needed. She is fearless outwardly, on and off the battlefield, but inwardly, she is a worry wart and sensitive, but this side is rarely on the surface due to her natural ability to hide behind masks of confidence and optimism. Finchrunner is immensely loyal to those who’ve gained the she-cat’s trust; she is horrendously loving and caring to those she is closest to and fiercely protective of them, as a mother bear is to her cubs. Her strengths lie largely in her speed, though her physical strength is still more than averagely impressive. Warrior
ACORNKIT || CHARM Roleplayed by lavellan Time heals all wounds, or so the saying goes. With fractured dreams and happiness that you can never quite grasp, time almost seems to be the enemy. Always waiting for things to get better, but afraid of what the future might hold for you, is this any way to live? Sometimes you don't have a choice. The world moves on around you, never waiting for you to catch up, not caring if it leaves you in the dust. Why would it care about something so insignificant? A small acorn is nothing to a large tree, after all. This is the view that Acorncharm had for a significant portion of her life, never feeling like she was quite enough for anything. Being abandoned by her mother broke this small grey and ginger tabby, leaving just a shattered mess in her place. It was hard for her to hide it, when she would cry at any slight inconvenience or harsh word, and there were many of those once her crybaby tendencies were known to the world. Always made fun of, always struggling to make friends. Perhaps that was the real reason she turned to collecting, as it was the only way she could cope. It was always the same things, cycling with the seasons. In winter, twigs. Spring, any blossoms and fallen flowers she could get her paws on. During the hot summer days, it's always bugs and rocks, and the occasional shells whenever she could find them, and those were always special. Then, in the fall, it was acorns and dead leaves. Items as odd as she, as it were. These were her little happiness, until she figured out how to make it into a paradise of her own. Even an acorn is important to a tree, for how else would its legacy carry on. And so Acorncharm grew bark over her skin, distancing herself from things that made her unhappy. It wasn't time that healed her wounds. No, it was her that picked up the broken shards and arranged them to her liking, and one look into her yellow-green eyes will tell you just how she did it. Kit
