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sorry for the long wait!! everyone has been added ♥ also wow cleav those kits have only existed since february they're overdue for a promotion aren't they
MANGOKIT || TWIST Roleplayed by lavellan A world of giants is a terrifying place for a rabbit to be. A sweet, gullible rabbit, whose fear drives her in just about every aspect of her life. Always running, always hiding, only placing her trust in a select few, yet reliable and earnest in many ways. Its hard, when everything is larger than you. Any slight misstep, and you could be crushed without them even noticing. Perhaps the only way is for you to grow larger, to become stronger, but how could you ever take on these beasts? This is the world that Mangotwist sees through her amber eyes. One where anything or anyone larger than her could easily squish her. With her small ginger body, she is often mistaken for a kit or small apprentice, even as a fully grown adult. As such, it is her mission in life to grow. She wouldn't have to be scared of anything larger than her if she became the tallest cat in the clan, or even the strongest. Maybe others would even fear her! Still, she has a long way to go before she can even so much as scare a hare, since her presence much more resembles that of a timid rabbit than a strong warrior. kit
WISTFULDANCER Roleplayed by lavellan A white she-cat with patches of brown and black, and clear blue eyes. The way this she-cat moves is like a dance, so fluid and beautiful, it could easily sway the hearts of others. She has all the makings of a flirt, except for the personality. She acts the exact opposite from her confident movements, as insecure as she is. Extremely shy and withdrawn, she is always doubting herself, even going so far as to say she is inadequate in even the things she's most passionate about. She is fearful of strangers, and, due to her anxieties, will cry when she's startled. Still, she is quite comfortable around those she trusts, and is open about her thoughts and feelings, being quick to explain herself or ask for assurance that she didn't do anything wrong. She does find it hard to talk about her more personal feelings, but will overcome her fears and speak frankly if pushed too much. If it's for the sake of someone else, she will do anything, and could come off as pushy because of it. Even so, all she ever wants is to make others smile, and will do anything in her power to do so. nursery aid
Post by Flurryofstars on Jun 27, 2020 1:38:57 GMT -5
RHYMINGSILENCE Roleplayed by Flurryofstars Brother to Etherealblink. A grey tabby with splotches of orange and green eyes. Although he's been by his sister's side all of his life, he has a slight fear of she-cats, perhaps brought upon by his sister's smothering love. As such, he often gets nervous when around a she-cat, although he is able to suppress the fear when in life-or-death situations, such as a battle. He is an extremely skilled fighter, although his pride in it has led to a reckless temper when his skills are doubted. Still, despite his pride, he is extremely humble and dislikes flattery, and is almost constantly training as if he seeks to be worthy of something. While he is seen as a tom of few words, that doesn't mean that he always is. He has little social grace, often coming off as too direct, and prefers to keep things to himself, but if it's about something he's passionate about, such as fighting or bugs, he can hold an actual conversation. For some reason, he enjoys bug-watching. Warrior
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
Post by Flurryofstars on Jul 12, 2020 15:15:08 GMT -5
BRAMBLEKIT bite Roleplayed by Flurryofstars Her name may sound vicious, but Bramblebite is hardly that. She knows how to fight, but she only ever cared for the basics. Fighting endangers lives and Bramblebite values life more than anything else. She is practically obsessed with it. Sometimes, the she-cat comes off as creepy with her staring problem; a habit caused by her interest in observing and learning what’s going on in everyone’s lives. This makes her quite nosey and causes her to daze out a lot. Bramblebite is especially fond of kits. They don’t have to be hers, she still loves and cares for them all the same. Sometimes the queens need a break from her because of her constant doting and mothering of their kits. It takes a lot to anger Bramblebite, but she rivals that of her oldest brother Snakeattack’s ferocity. She has the brown tabby fur of her father and the baby blue eyes of her mother. Kit
TALLKIT || CROWN Roleplayed by bee His namesake is not just an allusion to his size, but it may also be a cry for greatness, hidden among all those other voices clamoring to be one of the bests. Although there is a deep seeded thrill at the idea of becoming the next great, Tallcrown hides his excitement underneath a layer of stoicism. There's a worry within him that his dreams will seem unattainable to others, after all who wouldn't want to be next in line, in so much so that he will be lumped in with the rest who want to become one of the greats. The idea of being unrecognizable next to everyone else who desire power terrify him and, so, he pushes himself to the opposite extreme; he keeps his spoken goals under a low bar. In that way, he can come off as aimless with his small objectives. A small part of him has the fairytale hope of meeting someone who sees the potential within him and pushes him to obtain those goals; because then, wouldn't his dreams be valid if someone else saw the same potentiality? Coming from a rather large family doesn't help, especially when one factors in the fact that one of his grandfathers is the notorious Deal. On one paw, he knows that with this notoriety, there are bound to be stories surrounding the family - and don't all of the greats come from larger than life backgrounds? -, however he also understands that he may have to prove himself twice over to show that he will not be as flighty in terms of loyalty as Deal was. Tallcrown, therefore, has dedicated himself to being there for not just FallClan, but also to his family. The black and white tuxedo tom adores his sisters, Berrybloom, Seaglass, and Odd-dream, and his parents, Seablossom and Crownglass, but struggles to show this affection. kit
Post by strawberrycupid on Jul 16, 2020 21:27:45 GMT -5
ODDKIT || DREAM Roleplayed by strawberrycupid There was always something off about her. Odd even. It must have been from the moment she was born. Cause even if the name was from love, Odddream never really understood why she even had that name. She looks like a patchwork doll, different colors of fur sewn together, with frayed ends and colors that start and stop wrongly. Her olive-green eyes are like buttons, delicately sewn, and sunken into place. Maybe it was the gangly way her limbs just hung, like a toy's limbs about to fall off, or how her features appear more pronounced than most cats. But it was clear she wasn't quite right from the get go. Proven more in that she would always end up sick. Kept in the nursery for her kithood, and reporting back to her mother often in her apprenticehood, she was stifled on the social front and it shows. Painfully shy, she tends to sit on the sidelines rather than join in. While mostly satisfied with her daydreams, she is fascinated yet terrified for them to become a reality. Airheaded, she's oblivious to others feelings towards her. As she gets older, the sickness doesn't really leave her. She merely gets used to the feeling and learns the signs of when to stop. Odddream rarely complains though, and goes along with her orders easily. She sometimes feels like she is stuck in a dream she can't wake up from. And some part of her wishes it was true, that this wasn't her reality. Rank: Kit
Post by amberflame on Jul 19, 2020 13:58:28 GMT -5
INDIGOROSE Roleplayed by Amberflame A white she-cat with black streaks like marble veins running through her fur and green eyes. Her coat wasn't always so interestingly patterned; she started life as a tuxedo kitten, but as time went on, she lost the pigment in most of her fur as a result of a rare condition. She is very easygoing and loved to have fun. warrior
MOLTENKIT || GLOW Roleplayed by Amberflame A tortoiseshell she-cat with green eyes. kit
BERRYKIT || BLOOM Roleplayed by pao Berries bloom in golden rays of sunlight. For this she-cat, she's no different. She loves the sun's light, especially the warmth it gives. Berrybloom is named for the multicolored patterning of her fur, a blending of white, orange and black to create a mixed appearance. It's like berried on a branch in winter, color scattered among dark branches covered in snow. Charming and beautiful. Berrybloom is a beauty and a sight to behold. Golden-green eyes, a perfect mix of her parents, gaze upon the world with wonder and curiosity. But, she was sheltered as a child. Seablossom kept her kits close and fussed over them like no other. She was constantly worried about them, the littlest cough and all the little ones taking a trip to see their uncle the medicine cat. But even with a life like that, she grew and blossomed, bloomed if you would. Her heart was drawn to the dangerous cats, something that would give her dear mother a heartattack if she knew. Tall trees, cliffsides, rushing water. Simple thrill-seeking moments that gove her that adrenaline rush and sense of fear. Berrybloom tends to follow her dad around, asking him about the other clans, other lives, and the world her mother tries to shelter them from. SHe wants to explore, adventure, and get out there. Maybe it's from being mothered so closely by Seablossom, but Berrybloom has become three different kinds of cats. The perfect and safe daughter around her mother, the wild child when left to her own devices, and the tame thrilled seeker with her father. The last two aren't that different, but she's far worse and far less careful when none of her family is around. Amberbird sees her quite often in the medicine cat den, with blatant lies as to how she'd gotten hurt this time. She wants out there, to experience the world! The great beyond and the wonders it holds. To climb trees and chase birds. To fight foxes and badgers and live! But with Seablossom around, she will always be sheltered and held close, her mother's worries to great to think her children want a different kind of life. Kit - daughter of Seablossom and Cronwglass
winterclan's leader and mistakenly caught floaty thing
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Post by simplylight on Jul 24, 2020 22:01:08 GMT -5
SOLEMNENTHRALL Roleplayed by simplylight Tortoiseshell with golden eyes. Previously, he had lived his life as a warrior, but due to an infection in his left eye resulting in partial blindness, he had to switch to being a nursery aid. This was the biggest insult he could have been handed, for he took great pride in his skills, but he plays it off as not being a big deal so as to not worry his friends. Despite that, he is otherwise a quite somber character, serious but earnest in everything he does. He is a hard cat to read, as he has problems displaying his emotions, but those who he cares about knows it without a doubt. It's in the little things he does, the many ways that he shows his worry, and he has quite a lot of that to go around. He is quick to judge, and slow to trust. Secretly, he is a giant scaredy-cat, so he limits his time around Ghostlyflicker, which leads others to believe he has a dislike of the other tom. Because of being a male tortoiseshell, he is incapable of having his own kits. Nursery Aid
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 25, 2020 7:50:05 GMT -5
SPLITWOLF roleplayed by MorteAutumnal Splitwolf ; As a young kit he was always fascinated by the things around him? What made a star? What made the streams move? Where did the rainclouds come from? Curious. He was always curious. His brothers had all thought he always had his head in the clouds but what they didn't know was that he was learning everything he could. Even with being the leaner of his brothers he was fast and wily and was able to memorize their usual movements while sparring to learn how to counter attack effectively. Making him a very skilled opponent. Splitwolf prefers words over fighting, as an intellectual he thinks fighting can be a waste. But even still, he knows that sometimes it is the only way. He can be perceived as naive. In a way he is, always prefering to see the good in others before the bad. But don't get on his bad side. Once Splitwolf has determined you to be an enemy he is fierce and deadly in his strikes. He learned the hard way that not everyone is who they seem. He has the long scar on his flank to prove it, cutting through the long dark gray hair of his pelt. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown that are typically happy and kind, but as of recently they have lost their shimmer and have gone cold and dark like a winter storm cloud, roiling with thunder snow and suppressed rage. The trigger? A secret he is wise enough to keep to himself. This recent change has made him more withdrawn from others, not cruel but more...indifferent. That isn't to say he is rude, he is quite kind but keeps everything polite and cordial. Never letting his emotions out. Never giving himself away. Not again. Maybe not ever again... Warrior
Post by MorteAutumnal on Jul 27, 2020 13:37:39 GMT -5
AUTUMNALRITE roleplayed by MorteAutumnal "I am the Moon and the Sun that surrounds you. I am the heaven and the h.ll that you crave. I am the queens and the kings that you bow to. I am the name written on your grave." Heart beating quickly she runs on shaking legs. Faster! Faster! "I am the daydream,.bring you faith and conviction. I am the nightmare you've been crawling through." He's gaining on her now. She won't make it. There's no way out. He will take her. He will break her down into nothing. She will be nothing. Because she was everything he wanted. "I am the righteous, the touched and the holy. I am the voodoo that you want to believe." Screams pierce the night's summer song. Cries for help. Cries for mercy. But no one will save her. She has no help coming. She is alone. And he has already taken what he wanted. Stumbling, bloody back to her home she cries. Tears lost in the soft midsummer breeze as it turns cool. Autumn is coming. She will face this night again come that time. Her namesake calls to her. Stirs something deep in her bones. Awakens something dark something broken. "I am the angels that hold and surround you. I am the demon you're afraid to need." Her physical appearance would be deceiving. Slender and purely feminine. Golden hued coat dappled and dotted in traditional bengal rosettes. Eyes the color of shimmering golden leaves ready to fall from on high to the ground below to rest. She is a picture of beauty and grace. And yet she is broken inside. Often talking to herself, seeing things, hearing voices that aren't there. At night she relives her torture. The only piece of reality she has been able to hold onto is that if her kits. "I am the temple that will bless and feed you. I am the religion keeping you in chains." Autumnalrite. A lost soul among the clan. With a blood thirsty edge to her that only comes out when she is in battle and she usually doesn't stop. She stays away from battle now and stays within the camp to keep herself in check. All the anger and pain seeps out if she doesn't. It's hard for her to keep a conversation, as her mind is no longer as sharp as it used to be to hold onto thoughts. She is often plagued by nightmares and visions of her torturer. A rouge that had taken her as she was out on a solo hunting mission. She had once been a bright light within these camp walls. And now that light has been dimmed. Which is what he had wanted. She is thankful none of her kits ended up looking like him. Or...had one? Had one had that same tawny pelt, and the same made colored eyes that had taunted her. No she's certain there wasn't a single kit that had looked like him. Or at least...that she can remember. "I am the cure that you pray will find you. I'm the disease running through your veins." Queen Mate: None Kits: Petrichorkit, Maplekit, Dagwoodkit, & Hemlockkit. Elmwoodkit (deceased)
