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SEAPAW glass Roleplayed by xxsunlight Seaglass came to Sunclan like things wash up on the beach- without a tangible past, without recollection or purpose. She arrived on the territory in the midst of a sickness that made her weak and delirious, and when she awoke she couldn't remember her own name. She clearly had ties to others- being pregnant and calling out for her mom in the heights of her delirium, but she was convinced by the Sunclan cats that she had been a member of the clan, so she stayed. A small, fluffy, gray and white she-cat with pale amber eyes, she was given her name and told it had always been hers. Forced into a foreign life, surrounded by strangers, Seaglass is trying her best to make the most of her situation. She trained after her pregnancy, and stayed in Sunclan for the sake of her one surviving kit. To her core, Seaglass is kind and gentle, but too trusting and altruistic to escape the hold of her new clan. She is still searching- for truth, for purpose, for meaning, and she means to find it one day.
Mentor: assign one during the ceremonies please c: Rank: Apprentice
ARCTICKIT song Roleplayed by lavellan Words are a deadly weapon, or a saving grace, depending on how they are used. The mightiest and most honorable warrior could fall to a well-placed word, but the most ruthless could go soft with a whispered word of love. Therefore, words should be used sparingly, and when they could be most of use. After all, how many relationships have been ruined because of words said in the heat of the moment? Arcticsong knows the value of words, and always thinks things through twice - nay, thrice - before opening her mouth. Because of this, she can often get overlooked or forgotten about entirely. Unfortunately, Arcticsong isn't as pure as others seem to think, as moons of being overlooked can cause damage to even the softest of cats. With her long, wispy white fur with hints of peach that perfectly compliment her golden eyes, she can often be thought of as 'soft'. But, within this cat, lies resentment. Every time someone forgets about her, it grows, and it's only a matter of time until she explodes. Already, she almost feels like she doesn't belong. Would anyone even notice if she were missing, if they already rarely notice her presence in the first place? She could just vanish without a word, and it would be quite a time before anyone even realized it. Perhaps one day, that's exactly what will happen. One day, when she's not surrounded by her family, she might just leave. With Sunnyskies' radiant smile, or Brilliantbeacon's mischievous adventures, or even Silverfringe's eagerness of stories, there wouldn't be a place for someone like Arcticsong. But for now, there is. And she will fight to keep that place until the resentment within her becomes too big of a burden to bear.
SUNNYKIT skies Roleplayed by Hinata A bright orange colored she-cat with white markings, Sunnyskies is always looking at the bright side of every situation, that is until she's not. The older she gets the more it becomes apparent that she's not normal, or at the very least that her brain doesn't work normally. Her mind frequently occupied with thoughts of being a burden to others, and that the world would be better off without her, she deals with her stress and grief by trying to help others. So much so that she pushes herself to her physical limits. She is always on the go, and it rare to see her remain still for more than a few moments when not sleeping. Mostly because she's constantly trying to keep her brain focused on other things so her mind doesn't wonder towards someplace dark. Rank: kit
If you want to shine like the sun, first you must burn like the sun ~ SunClan High Priestess
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Post by racer on Sept 2, 2019 10:18:10 GMT -5
Putting this here so i don't forget to add him, and so he can get a mentor next ceremonies
SHADOWPAW bard Perhaps it is the story tellers and the song writers that one should fear. No matter how mighty the leader or brave a warrior, it is how their deeds are portrayed that determine how they are remembered. A skillful bard can weave tales to their liking, turning villains into heros and heros into villains. A story spun can destroy you in the eyes of your community, it shows you up as ridiculous, lame, pathetic, worthless, in the eyes of your clan, in the eyes of your family, in the eyes of your kits, in the eyes of yourself. Even many moons after your passing, cats will be laughing about how mouse-brained you had been. Luckily, Shadowkit is only begining to learn his craft of telling stories through song. Singing is his escape from reality, his stories a way to express his true emotions and figure out what course of action he should take. He and his siblings had been raised by SunClan, only able to see their mother when it was time for them to feed. As hard as Rubyflame(their mother) tried, it was difficult to get through to the kits who were being brain washed by the members of SunClan. He became more and more resentful towards his parents, believing that they never cared for him or siblings.
FESTERINGKIT fruit Roleplayed by Cleaver <a href="https://static.boredpanda.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2015/12/fluffycats361__605.jpg">The man, the myth, the legend.</a> They called him a mop, a dirty dish rag, an old rug, washed out velcro; they claimed his eyes were lovely, 90 year old smokers-eye yellow eyes. They joked about using him to sweep the dens. Enough! Is it so surprising his yellow eyes are so dark and wrathful? His fur stands on end out of rage, not because it's impossible to groom! Beneath that indistinguishable mass of gray hair is the glaring face of an unleashed demon. So what if he gets thorns tangled in his matted, disgusting pelt? Thorns are weapons to destroy his enemies when he leans against them! They are percise instruments like his claws, dangerous like his yellowed broken fangs that probably cause a terrible life-threatening infection with a single bite, assuming they don't break off entirely when he bites down. He is Festeringfruit, and he is death incarnate. He is coming for you. He will not let you mock him any longer. It is time.
Ptifrokal deathfang Roleplayed by stardance Her voice sounds like the desert winds. No, not the blistering heat and coarse sand. The mysterious part. The part that effortlessly communicates the vast expanse of the desert. Her deep, flowing, guttural voice distinguishes her as an outsider. Deathfang's sand-colored tabby fur is short but rich in texture. Her fur only stands to compliment her deep cauliflower blue eyes. Deathfang's mannerisms are not too fair off from a typical Sunclanner. She is as faithful as one could be, perhaps too much so. It gives her hope. On her journey from her homeland she lost her kitten. Such despair drove her to this place and the divine Sun, or the she-cat calls it "Shalun La'iri". Still, she keeps a veil of mystery around herself. Perhaps its for the best...
INSANITYKIT queen Roleplayed by fox A fuzzy white she-cat with green eyes and charcoal grey paws, ears, and bridge of her nose. The grey bits of her fur look messy, faded, and smeared, like dirty paint water has leeched into her pelt and bled through it. So deceptively lovely, Insanityqueen is sweet to everyone and doesn't feel a single thing. She doesn't feel anything for her siblings, or her parents, or her Clan; she doesn't love them, doesn't hate them, doesn't feel joy or anger or pity or sorrow - she's just empty. She learned early on that it's normal for other cats to feel emotions, to feel something, but that doesn't worry her at all - she'd have to feel worry to feel worried, and, well, now we're going 'round in circles. She'll smile the same lovely, meaningless smile watching someone pick flowers as watching someone burn to death; her eyes are always sweet and there's always a joyful, airy sort of look on her face, like she's just so happy to be alive, and like there might not be too much going on inside her head. Emotions wise, that's true; thoughts wise, she looks out at the world like it's just a series of words and algorithms and different coloured shapes. Sunsets, bloodshed, flower crowns, mutiny, it's all the same to her; no wrong, no right, no affection, no hostility, no bad blood, no worries, no loyalty: she'll give her time to someone because they tell her it's the right thing to do, and if someone else comes along and tells her to follow them instead, then that's where she'll go. She doesn't love it, doesn't dislike it, doesn't want power or infamy or a long, happy life - she's just a sweet, smiling machine who's so very good at skinning cats alive and stargazing at the same time, at drowning kittens and watching the sunset with the same peaceful, lovely, untroubled breath. After all, if you don't know you're being cruel, what's the difference between a sunflower and a corpse? She wonders, sometimes, if she's missing out on something, but that only lasts for a brief, fleeting moment before that hollow smile is back on her face.
CROWKIT / fox Roleplayed by Warrior Cats Crowfox is the son of Littlecrow, his Mother and Loudcrow, his Father. His parents both died when he was just born, on March 11, 2019, his mother died from giving birth to Crowkit and his father dies trying to protect his mate and gets slammed into a rock hitting his head killing him instantly. Growing up Crow fox became aggressive; reserved; secretive; intelligent; blunt; outgoing; cocky; and clever. Like other cats before him, his parents and past clan-mates with his name, crow, he is seen as cursed and doomed to die a tragic death. No one knows when or how he will die, only the Sun God knows that. Crowfox is a cat who is evil and will do all he can to make sure his legacy lives on, whether it be killing in the name of the Sun God or his Leader or seducing she-cats to have kits where ever he can, to make sure his blood-line thrives. He follows the orders of the Sun God and his Leader, knowing that it may be dangerous and lead to his death. He simply doesn't care. Everything he does is for his Leader and the Sun God. All he wants is power, and he will do anything to get it, even through fear, and a curse. Crowfox is a russet red tom with brown-ish red eyes and a white tipped tail. Rank [Kit]
ECHO heavenwhisper Roleplayed by pao Air is light, playful, cheery. It's vital to life, is life. It's echo voices across canyons, energy across meadows, laughter across rooms. Airecho was named first for her appearance, light gray tabby fur and cerulean eyes, but she gained her warrior name for her energy. She is an echo of life; ambitious, competitive, energetic. She's turned into the ideal warrior, perfect down to the T! A breeze of laughter and joy can be heard often out in the land, busy hunting or enjoying life. Birds are no match for this she-cat, who's light on her paws and swift like the air around her. Airecho strives to be great, to own the title of the greatest hunter in the clan, will even brag that she already is. But that greatness was delayed. Two of Airecho's siblings were promoted early, she was not one of them. It festered in her, the jealousy and hate that they had been promoted and she had not been. Where most see her as airy and light, happy. Her family, they know better. They've seen her bitter side, the side that hates the favoritism that was played. Her mother is Breezestep and father is Creekghost. Siblings in her litter are Pondberry, Firetooth, and Ripplewish. Upon the flooding of the survival clans, Airecho and her family made their way to SunClan. As Initiates they were forced to change their names, leaving behind all identifications of their old life. Airecho became Heavenwhisper. The rest of her family are now known as Beck, Windstep, Flamejaw, Floodfate, and Tidaldream.
SUNSET summersolstice Roleplayed by Jetclaw Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Since meeting Glowstar long before she held any power, Burningstar's life has changed a great deal. She became deputy and then leader of NightClan, her long lost sister snatched up in the cruel talons of an owl when they were young was returned. And she's slowly but surely been building up a family to make up for the lack of one she had growing up. She has grown compassionate and diplomatic, seeking to resolve conflicts peacefully and to push for understanding to help bridge the gap between two sides in turmoil. Such compassion and striving for diplomacy resulted in her putting off her kitting for as long as she could. When she should've been resting in NightClan awaiting the moment to greet her newest litter she instead decided to work to help resolve tensions and free prisoners. As a result she is now raising her kits in SunClan, and going through it's initiation. She's finally going to join her friends in the Sun's ranks, and have her curiosity about the Sun God finally sated. Though a part of her frets over what she might lose as a result.
RACOON trashpanda Roleplayed by Oceanix Crawling out of the dark sewers of the city. Trashpanda grew up in the city near the Absum Lux border. The tips of his ears are missing from many battles with various Absum Lux members. His long thick russet colored fur is ticked with black. His muzzle is ticked with white making him appear actually older than what he is. Half his tail is missing from what he claims was a battle with a dog where he won. Trashpanda enjoys adventures, terrorizing the cats that live in the dark - Moonclan and Nightclan - and telling wild tales about his time as a rogue.
