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SILVERHYDRANGEA - meow A handsome and long-legged figure with brilliant green eyes housed in between clouds of delicate silver stripes, he is the picture of grace and beauty, at least until you see him in action. As if in anticipation of his peers complaining that it's not fair for one cat to possess both such beauty and such personality, the gods blessed him with beauty in excess but nary a brain cell to match. rank: garden keeper mate log: male - bisexual - single
NETHERKIT surge - shadow A black tom with yellow eyes. Loves to fight. Sometimes doesn’t know when to go easy, and doesn’t actually know his own strength. Has wounded a few kits, much to the annoyance of others. Sibling to Bindingfate, Soulpyre, Lunarjewel, Iridescentshot, Promisedsacrifice.
kit male – questioning – too young
litter they are apart of: unknown mother & father; siblings are Bindingkit (Whitemuzzle), Soulkit (lavellan), Lunarkit (Turtlenoir), Iridescentkit (Woof), and Promisedkit.
We need an authority figure... heck I am an authority figure // Springclan Deputy
Post by Nova on Feb 10, 2021 19:56:22 GMT -5
Chimeramask - NovaAmaro Suave, cool, and an overall dork. Chimera, like his sister Daisy, loved hearing about the adventures of the clan cats that his mother grew up with. He could never understand why she would ever leave. Something about love, or some nonsense like that. Chimera and Daisy would play together, pretending to be warriors in their mother's birth clan. They made warrior names for themselves and gave themselves ranks (Chimera always made himself the leader). It only made him dream of life outside of the two-leg world. He was more than happy to have been adopted alongside his twin. But that all changed. Chimera was always being swatted at, his tail constantly pulled but the young two-leg that lived with them. The young tom was constantly hissing and scratching all of them in an attempt to protect Daisy, who suffered the worst of it. He’d hide in the corners with her, pressing his pelt against hers and reminding her of the life they both dreamed of. A dream that Chimera would make sure came true. One day, when the two-legs were opening their cave door Chimera grabbed Daisy by the scruff and pushed her along. They ran, as far as they could and as fast as they could until they finally made it. The forest. They were free. Chimera couldn’t be happier, and he was more than thrilled to see his sister starting to come alive again. Chimera is overly protective of his sister, feeling the need to protect her at every hour of the day. But when their surrogate father, Crow, had decided to join Summerclan with Orchiddrop his twin had decided it was time for her to find Sunclan. Chimera had wanted her to come with them, never having left her side before. But Daisy was adamant. She left for Sunclan, and Chimera joined Crow in Summerclan. With his new life, came a new name. Chimeramask. The tortoiseshell tom thought it was quite mysterious, and perfect for a cool cat like himself. He can be quite boisterous, showing off and goofing around. It’s almost a shock whenever this tom has a serious moment. Moments that only his sister seems to take seriously. He boasts a bit more white on his tortoiseshell pelt than his sister does with white fur trailing down his neck and chest and crawling up his legs. His pale green eyes are always glinting mischievously and seem to always gleam brightly. rank: Warrior for the mate log: tom-bisexual-single and ready to mingle
DRIZZLEKIT/sky Wrapped in short, tabbied gray fur and sporting a pair of cobalt eyes, he's got an average appearance cloaking an extraordinary personality. His father spoke of a legend-- of a cat with long, white fur and blue eyes and whose name he said with love-- and his mother spoke of honor, of the devotion that saved his family from doom. He has grown his whole life knowing nothing less than heroics, triumph, and adventures beyond his wildest imaginations, and those stories have sculpted the tom Drizzlesky has grown into. He's a weapon that SummerClan wields against foes; he's the shield that protects his family from harm, and he would have it no other way. He can be rather boastful and is often arrogant about his prowess in battle, something he inherited from Orchiddrop, but if he adopted anything from Crow, it's his bleeding heart, quicker to offer an apology than he is to throw himself into battle. He's never been known to put much thought into his actions before they drive him to extremes, which made him the perfect target for his siblings' mischief and still makes him easy prey for those who seek to manipulate him. Even so, his honest, unassuming demeanor makes it difficult for anyone to be malicious towards him, Drizzlesky finding more allies than enemies in his corner. His only kryptonite thus far are birds-- there's just something suspicious about them, like they're secret spies sent from somewhere evil like SunClan to gather information about the other clans. Rank: kit Litter they are apart of: Crow and Orchiddrop! Mate log: tom-heterosexual-single
HIPPOKIT / step - bauble A feline of large appetites. A fluffy dark beige coat wraps luxuriously around a plump body, piling upon the throat and shoulders like a proud wattle of a great bird. And like a bird, he struts to and fro as if upon a stage -- well, no, he rather waddles about, gargantuan body weight thrown about with such abandonment you’d be liable to injury if you stepped in his way. A great soft egg of a belly makes up his torso, with white stripes cinched to his sides, stretched to their limits by all the bulbous rounds. All in all, he makes for a comic sight, but don’t be fooled by his doughy appearance. Hippostep makes for a dangerous foe, a large domineering frame that moves quicker than you’d expect, a cleverness only betrayed by small, dark amber eyes. He constitutes a true friend for those with the honor of calling him so; he’s protective, dependable, and steadfastly loyal. But even for those he calls friends, his past remains a mystery. The only suggestion of it are a pair of scars, stretching from either sides of his muzzle. He jokes that he earned them from trying to eat a mouse larger than his head, but more sinister waters flow underneath. Alas, there’s one thing all cats of Summerclan know for certain: this feline eats as if every meal is to be his last. rank: kitten - warrior training
Format: RAYPAW / strike - stardance A snow bengal with green eyes. She is a bit of a spitfire. Words flow from her mouth like water from a waterfall, never ending and untamed. She has no filter, so whatever comes to mind, she says. Her relationship with her deity comes from her fiery words. She admires him and despises him at the same time. She'll insult him whenever she gets the chance, but defends him when any outsider question's the deity. Her stubbornness is second to none. Raystrike only gives in arguments when the truth hits her in the face. Given to her father by her mother at a few moons old and then her father, Ghostcrown, being exiled at the end of her kithood taught her the importance independence. During the Fire Nation's war with SunClan, she was poisoned. The effects of it knocked her out for most of the battle, which led to her getting left behind. She barely survived, and ended up getting captured by Frostfire and renamed Soot. She became a NightClan prisoner and Frostfire's servant as a result. Maybe one day she will see the sun again... and that day came when her brother Crow came and rescued her after five moons in prison. But the time there came at a cost: her lungs are permanently damaged, and she will have breathing issues for the rest of her life. rank: warrior training for the mate log: Female - Bisexual - None
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
Post by uniqcrim on Mar 4, 2021 21:45:38 GMT -5
NETHERKIT / surge - uniqcrim An insecure goofball with a passion for screwing things up. Loves to play, goof around, roughhouse, and fight. Never backs down from a challenge or a fight and is known to go around showing off his so-called battlescars. In truth, this black tom doesn’t know how to control his strength. He wants to be loved and admired but doesn’t know when to stop. This frequently agitates others and he never stays part of games or spars for very long. Still, there is a loveable quality about him that prevents cats from staying too mad for too long. Has a good heart and means well but does not know how to properly channel his energy or strength, at least not yet.
rank: kit litter they are apart of: the oddball siblings here, I think littermates are already apprentices so I will ask to be promoted next AC/ceremonies
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
Post by uniqcrim on Mar 4, 2021 21:52:27 GMT -5
PICKLES - uniqcrim Sweet, soft spoken, and unsure of others. Pickles is not one to start a confrontation. She can hold her own in a physical fight despite her size, but cannot stand her ground when it comes to a verbal altercation. Her tongue gets tied and she always says the wrong things. It has been known to get her in trouble a time or two and she is never more thankful for her quick paws and sharp claws than in those moments. Her light brown fur and green eyes help her blend in among trees, leaves, and foliage, but in bright or colorful settings she sticks out like a sore paw. rank: warrior for the mate log: female - heterosexual - no mate
Post by ashestoashes on Mar 9, 2021 2:35:49 GMT -5
FALLENKIT/cloud - ashestoashes Ever the youngest, this light brown and amber eyed tom is the fluffiest of his siblings and uses that to his advantage to hide away when embarrassed. He butts heads with his sister. But only his sister. With anyone else’s he clams up and becomes far to shy for anyone to take him serious. But he’s smart but his ideas are usually spoken and voiced through Blueautumn. He’s known to hide behind his older brother and use the toms larger form to do so, but his fluffy sometimes sticks out. He’s teased for his fluffiness and his shyness and where ken sibling is kind and encouraging, the other goes to arms for him and attacks others be side of their teasing. It’s gotten them into many punishments and scolding a form their parents. Rank:Kit Litter they are apart of: Wispycloud and Lostelm Mate Log: male - bisexual - single
SUNPAW / petal - woof Blue is often compared to a cloudless sky or rippling river, the feathers on a bluejay's wing or the transparency of a window. Sunpetal's blue gaze is neither serene nor transparent. It is the hard, impassable color of ice in a tundra, ice that is concealed under layers of snow, ice that has never experienced thaw. Her thoughts are nearly unreadable from the look in her eyes alone-- but Sunpetal's propensity towards loud, quick, and downright brutal honesty leaves nothing to the imagination. She's not afraid to speak her mind and has done so her whole life to little consequence. As the daughter of Poppymask and Ratstar, she's always gotten away with a lot more than the average SummerClan cat, particularly because she has her father wrapped around her dainty little paws. She's never been someone inclined to recognize boundaries unless they're her own (and she is very protective of her personal space). During her childhood she often disregarded the rules the clan had set in place to keep kits separate from clan meetings, usually interrupting them to address something she disagreed with. As much of an annoyance as this was for everyone else, it's made her acutely aware of how things are run in the clan and she's integrated that quality into her own repertoire, a natural born leader who takes control of a room with ease. Physically, she stands on the shorter side and has a plump appearance, owing to her thick, fluffy cream fur, but she's not purely ornamental. Her body is relatively lean with solid muscle mass hidden by her thick pelt, aversion to work, and a startling tactical brilliance. She has a distinct facial mask of a fiery cinnamon tincture, and the same hue threads itself through the fur on her ears, paws, and her feathery tail. There are only a few cats who get to know the real her, the one buried under a carapace of snark and sass, but those who do stick around despite her rough exterior will see a glimpse of the real Sunpetal that just wants someone to show they really, truly care. Someone that sees her not for being Ratstar's daughter or Poppymask's mini-me, not for her dramatics and alligator tears, but for her iron will and honest heart. Sunpetal just wants to be seen in a world where it's all too easy to blend into the crowd.
PIKEPAW / jaw - woof Silky and well-groomed, handsome golden fur is marred only by dusky tabby stripes that wind throughout his coat, of a similar shade to his honey-gold eyes, their depths rich and swirling as if containing a thousand secrets. And they might. For as long as he could remember, Pikejaw lived in the shadow of his family's legacy. He was haunted by the knowledge that one day, he and his brother, Bramblefang, would be pitted against each other in a battle to the death, the prize being a place in the family hierarchy. He grew up without knowing his father's love, Goldenshadow reserving any affections from his son and being a mostly absent father, or his mother's guidance, as she died before they arrived to SummerClan. The clan quickly came to know Pikejaw, then Pikekit, as a studious, diligent kitten that could always be found practicing his battle and hunting stances, helping the elders out with their tasks, or generally staying out of trouble. He's always been the gregarious sort and has a smile fixed onto his maw at all times, a quality most find endearing, but it's just a mask for the anxiety he feels churning within himself. Even if he finds a way to free himself and his brother from the fate that awaits them, it's unlikely Pikejaw will ever truly be free of the aftereffects, such as the tendency he has to be restless, always moving in some way, or how he's never comfortable being on his own. There's no telling when the clock will run out, but one thing's for sure: If he doesn't start talking soon, his secrets may suffocate him.
FIELDING — Shadow A she-cat who’s mask is constantly shifting and changing, morphing into the character placed upon her shoulders by those she serves. Shadow, light, saturation, grayscale... The landscapes she calls home transform as often as her personality does. Mystery is the name; assassination is the game. She is the most successful spirit in her regiment. Perhaps, if you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time, you too will meet one of her personas.
rank + warrior
female - heterosexual - passionpride [ as a test run ]
OAKKIT spirit - pao This tom is the larger of the two boys and the gentle giant of the trio of siblings. He has his mother's amber eyes with a tint of green to them, but his fathers personality and fur coloring. Fearful of his sister, he has always backed down whenever the two of them disagree. This definitely makes him the pushover brother, and it doesn't help that he is also the least likely to stop her when she gets in a mood about something. Particularly when she's voicing their youngest brother’s ideas or defending him. It is then and only then, that the two may join in arms for they love their brother dearly. It's a common fight if you will, something they can agree on and they never fight about. But no matter how much he'll defend his little brother, Oakspirit won’t defend himself and gets picked on by his sister for it. it's one of their constant fights, and since the dark brown tabby tom won't fight back against her, it usually involves him losing the verbal fight and ending up crying about it. You see, he can be a crybaby about some things like the cuteness of birds or losing to his sister, or being called names like giant or behemoth. In all honestly, he's too gentle of a soul some days and for that, it drives his sister Blueautumn up the wall. She'd just love it if he developed a backbone, but he probably never will. But his parents love him, and his mom is always in his corner while his dad tries to teach him to fight back. It hasn't worked yet, but they're all trying to make him a strong cat, emotionally and mentally. For what he lacks in those areas, he makes up for in sheer strength, that he never uses for more than giving kits piggyback rides and lifting things when needed. Their family may be a little odd, but Oakspirit loves his parents Lostelm and Wispycloud and both of his littermates Blueautumn and Fallencloud. rank: kit for the mate log: male - heterosexual - single
litter they are apart of: Fallencloud and Blueautum, parents are Wispycloud and Lostelm