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Post by achromatic on May 31, 2021 11:23:36 GMT -5
SUNKIT / SUNVEINS - achromatic Say my name with your sunlight veins. When the sun hits the earth at the right angle, everything turns green and gold, but as the sun disappears, Sunveins continues to hold the warmth of gold in her furs. Her long pelt is dappled ginger, gold, and white, and her bright green eyes shine brightly with mischief. Playful, with a huge imagination, it's hard to tell that her background had been anything but pleasant in the past. She doesn't remember much of it, other than the stories her adopted father had told her, about the way their grandmother had been powerful and how she resembled her, the way their grandfather had gone mad in his later days, how their family was cursed to forever hold a madness within them, the way their mother had wanted them, but she had been too soft to survive the part of the forest they were from. The three of them–her cousin, her adopted father, and her–traveled through the forests, and one day, she found herself lost. Found by a warrior of Summerclan, she was young enough to integrate like anyone else. Still, part of her feels lost though she'd rarely admit it. She wonders where her family went, what they meant when they spoke of a family curse, and whether she–like the rest of them–was cursed as well. Her own concerns are often kept to herself, and outwardly, she's nothing but a ball of sunshine and energy. Bright, talkative, and full of creativity, Sunveins seems like another airheaded, bubbly cat, only ever showing who she is when she's angry, the deep-seated rage created by the circumstances of her past lashes out like a solar flare.
kit female - bisexual - single
idk I was gonna do something fancy w the bio but I ran out of ideas so i might change it later LOL sorry in advance
Everyone has been added! Welcome to SummerClan; we hope you enjoy your stay <3 complacentdevil - I'll add Emberkit to the page once she has a bio, at least two sentences!
Post by complacentdevil on May 31, 2021 19:48:38 GMT -5
omg woof i forgot to copy/paste her bio lmao i was sitting here like... dude i made that bio yesterday lmao here it is..
Youthful, comely, yet with a pretty coat all hues of ginger and chocolate, with pretty hazel eyes to match. The daughter of Condorstrike and Thunderstorm, shes a spitting image of her distant relative Emberstar. She's everything her father was before tragedy seemed to crawl into his life. Friendly and caring, a hard worker. She does her best to be the best warrior she can be for her clan, to which she devotes her life. Shes trustworthy for others and always supplies advice or help when is needed of her. She'd never let a clanmate go without, even if it means making sacrifices against her own better interest.
ANTKIT (freckle) - GidgetGal A reddish-brown longhaired she-cat with brown splotches on her face and oceanic blue-green eyes. The "runt" of her litter, despite receiving as much love and attention as possible from her parents, Ratstar and Poppymask, she never grew much larger than the size a young apprentice. Instead of being down and out about it, she occasionally uses her petite stature to play pranks of her friends and clanmates by scaring them, before taking advantage of her inherent kit-like cuteness to escape consequences scot-free. Antfreckle doesn't misuse this power of hers, however; generally she's a pretty hard-worker who enjoys getting her paws dirty, meaning you can almost always find her in the Garden, digging up weeds and keeping everything neat and tidy except her own muddy pelt.
i am leaving soon, hit me up anytime on discord <3
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Post by uniqcrim on Jun 8, 2021 15:41:50 GMT -5
CRAFTEDBUBBLE - uniqcrim Craftedbubble is an agender brown bengal with teal-blue eyes. They take very little seriously, including themself. Well, mostly themself. They are dramatic enough to appall any natural born drama queen and are not afraid to shout their woes from the rooftops. "Cursed I have been to wander this cold earth alone - no lover, no mother, no friends - oh woe is me," but it is truly all in good fun. They were a kitty pet but their owner passed away suddenly and she had no family or friends to take Craftedbubble in either so they escaped the former home and set out on their own. To carve their own Destiny and make their way in the world. When they found Summerclan it quickly became obvious they were not suited for the life of a warrior, the thought of blood and gore horrified them and they passed out at the mere sight of it. So, they became a garden keeper and they have loved their job ever since. Not only do they enjoy keeping things neat and tidy but they love decorating and making their home absolutely beautiful and stunning. They also love wearing flower crowns and even the occasion bit of berry paint, even though body paint is not a common occurrence or tradition in summerclan. It makes them stand out and they love every minute of it.
rank: garden keeper for the mate log: agender - polyamorous pansexual - single
Dizzyclimb - racer At first glance, Dizzyclimb seems like most of the other kits in DayClan's nursery. She is bright and cheerful, with big hopes and dreams. She wants to one day become a member of the immortal council or a Janus in SunClan, and isn't deterred by that hard work that it will take to rise in the clan's ranks. However, those that have spent time with Dizzyclimb will begin to pick up on some worrying signs that there is something different about her. Firstly, when she is playing she sometimes tilts her head slightly to the side and it leads to her walking in circles. Secondly her balance is rather horrendous. It is difficult for her to walk in a straight line, balance on stones, and any sort of climbing. She is rather clumsy, and it's not uncommon for her to tumble over her own paws. When she was a newborn, it was easily excusable as normal behavior for a cat trying to test the limits of their body, but the odd behavior slowly intensifies as she gets older rather than getting better. Female - heterosexual - none
Post by Tigerclover on Jun 17, 2021 0:00:07 GMT -5
Missed recent AC so reposting my girl
CAT NAME - Bluepaw(Autumn)- Tigerclover Bio:sole female in the litter, she was born with grey fur boarding on the edge of a blue tone, and the eyes of her father which are a soft pale green with a hint of amber in them. She’s the devil incarnate. Not one to be trifled with, she is the bully of her brothers but their greatest protector all the same. She does not stand for injustice or nonsense and will bully her way through with claws out if needed. Besides, only she gets to pick on her crybaby brothers! Often her and the you heat can be found battling it out. Verbal arguments, never anything physical. It’s developed into screaming matches before, and that tends to be the loudest anyone hears the youngest get. The middle child is usually the one to break them up a bd send the two to opposite sides of camp to cool off. Even calling Blueautumn a hot head. Wispycloud and Lostelm. Their parents wont be staying together and are merely together because it was expected of them, but they will be remaining as best friends after Lostelm has his gay realization and they break up. Their parents will be super supportive of them, meaning Wispycloud will probably encourage all fights and be the loud and proud supportive mom, while Lostelm tries to convince them to not fight but talk out their feelings while sighing at his bff-ex-mate in the background. rank: warrior training Mentor: Bluekit --> Bluepaw (Tigerclover) ; Mentor: Yarntangle (seeker) (occurred May 18,2021) woof
Bluepaw will be readded as soon as I get home, but feel free to continue rping her! Her mentor will also be reassigned to Tornadoeuphoria (RPed by racer)! <3
JUNIPERDUST - sunlight In a cat-eat-cat world, it's always better to be the one doing the eating. And in Juniperdust's eyes, it's preferable that your prey never sees you coming. The first rule to keep in mind if you want to survive your encounter with this ash-colored she-cat: the only favorable state to be in is utter importance or utter indifference to her. Those who prove to be a nuisance are expendable. The second rule to remember is to never trust a word she says, no matter how sincere her emerald gaze or how inviting the timbre of her voice is. Juniperdust's true nature, though, is hidden behind her easy-going, amiable, humorous exterior and the approval of her clan-mates and family. So what if she bends the rules a little from time to time? She's clever enough to never let anyone see the carnivorous glimmer of her eyes or the depths of her ambition, and she's known as the strong, friendly warrior whom the whole clan can depend on. It seems that everyone sees Juniperdust exactly as she wants them to- a doting daughter, a sympathetic sister, a familiar friend, a malleable member of the clan. Best of all- none of them would ever suspect the lengths she's willing to go to to get what she wants, and the unsuspecting cat makes for the easiest prey.
rank: warrior for the mate log: female - bisexual - no mate
RYECANAL - wrenpansy A large, handsome tom with thick, plush orange tabby fur that's gently tipped and mitted with white. His ears gently seem to slightly curl back, a hint of what might have at one point been American Curl ancestry. His eyes are a striking orange-gold hue. rank: warrior for the mate log: male - pansexual - single
dm me if you want to listen to me ramble about the interstellar soundtrack
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Post by achromatic on Jun 27, 2021 19:14:19 GMT -5
MALLOWMUSK - achromatic She met the devil in the woods one night. He asked, "what are you hiding from? What are you scared of?" She couldn't answer. When she was a kit, the world was in colour. Born in a litter of three, she had been close to her siblings, Juniperdust and Heathfire, and they were thick as thieves, always running here and there in search of one adventure or another. Of course, Juniperdust would always fight for the leader position of it all, and Heathfire always went along with what Juniperdust wanted, but Mallowmusk? She wasn't always ready to jump off the edge for the sake of her sister, and perhaps that was where it all went wrong. Always the perceptive one, she noticed the way her sister spoke to her, the way Juniperdust pushed her along the line, even when she was uncomfortable with it. At first, it wasn't too difficult to follow along, but as things progressed, she couldn't find it within her to remain a hostage of her sister's desires, and the moment she spoke up, the world turned black and white, the same as the colours of the patches on her pelt. It was difficult to know Juniperdust's love was conditional, but even harder when she still desires to earn it, something she's certain her brother judges her for. More quiet and anxious than her siblings, she's the kind to assess everyone's moods before interacting, to assess the situation completely before making a decision. Her blue eyes seem to flicker here and there, often holding a caged look within them despite herself. Perhaps she's overthinking everything, perhaps she's just anxious by nature, but Mallowmusk truly wishes she could go back to the days when things were colourful and bright, when there weren't any hidden snakes lurking in the underbush. She met the devil in the woods one night. He asked, "what are you hiding from? What are you scared of?" She looked him in the eye. "I'm scared of being alone," she spoke, but the words never left her mouth.
rank: garden keeper mate log: female - bisexual - single
DOEFRECKLE - fox An average-sized tom with a pretty calico coat, warm brown eyes, a white chest, and a distinctive pink, freckled nose. His right forepaw is broken and twisted. Doefreckle's life is a complicated thing to explain. The first time around, he was broken; plagued by internalised homophobia, he lost himself in the thrill of degradation and abuse and cheerfully called it being a hopeless romantic, intentionally courting violent toms he knew would hurt him - to validate his self-hatred, to prove himself right, to give himself scars that would put how disgusting he truly was on display for the whole world. He was a lost wanderer. When he eventually found refuge in SummerClan and became its leader, Doestar's life softened; for the first time, he let himself melt towards happiness. He was just becoming the cat he'd always dreamed of being, just falling in love, just beginning to raise a family, despite tragedy - and then, one cold morning, he died. He wandered his adoptive home for two years as a ghost, grieving and empty. He realised a lot of things in that time, when all there was to do was walk the lonely mist and think - that he had been in love with his best friend; that if he ever got a second chance, he would be different, he would heal, he would be happy; that he wanted to live. And one bright dawn, he opened his eyes in the rabbit meadow - alive. But life the second time round isn't as perfect and tender as he'd imagined it might be as a ghost. His Clan, his first love, his kits - they've all moved on. Remnants of his legacy continue - the garden keepers, the deep lands - but he himself is insignificant. He's no longer Doestar; he's nothing. His relationship with SummerClan is complicated now; it was the home that welcomed him, that healed him, that gave him the love, tenderness and care to become the cat he is today. It holds a mythical, romanticised place in his mind, something untouchable and radiant and unrealistic. To him, there are no flaws in SummerClan. The first time he was alive, his love for it was gentle. As a ghost, his love was sad, watching all he had created continuing without him. Alive for the second time, his love is borderline unhealthy. It can't possibly live up to the role he's created for it in his mind, can't possibly be the perfect thing of soft sunshine and fresh air and new beginnings it was when he was a young wanderer fleeing from BrookClan. Now, it's also tainted a little by jealousy and resentment, much as he tries to force his time in SummerClan to be as euphoric as it had been before. It's frustrating, trying to live up to a perfect previous experience you just don't fit into anymore, and Doe's spent more than a few nights sobbing in the meadows about it since coming back to life. Doefreckle is a bubbly, adventurous, sweet-natured chatterbox, soft-hearted and boyishly charming. Or, well, he was. This time round, the bubbliness has hardened somewhat. Now, it's tinged ever-so-slightly with bitterness. With grief. He's always had a self-destructive streak, though he's attempting to temper it since coming back to life and not give into the impulse to charm toms that are bad for him. He’s a paradox of being an absolute sweetheart, generous and honest and forgiving to a fault… and also very fake. You’d have to be very close to him to be able to tell when he’s being genuinely sweet Doefreckle, and when he’s putting on his sweet Doefreckle act.
rank: warrior mate log: male - homosexual - single
Most would view Wolftumble as odd; the ditsy air-head with the ego six feet underground. Youthful and clumsy (hence the name) he was raised by his Winterclan family to be strong, fierce, easily moldable into their perfect little warrior--and yet, no matter how hard he tried, he could never meet their expectations. He left as soon as he could, finding a semi-home in Summerclan. Despite leaving, he continued to crush himself with impossible expectations, excuses to hate himself a little more. He left, but a part of his old home always stayed with him. Talking to others is a difficult task, and despite the joy he finds in meeting friends, he seems to fail at conversation the most. He hides parts of himself behind walls, showing off his worst traits first. Too quiet, to cold, always expecting the worst in others. Bouts of anger and depression and hopelessness are frequent, often resulting in rash impulsiveness. His failure at being able to hold conversations makes him come across as rude and unfriendly. For a time, he left Summerclan--clan life altogether, to try and find himself. He didn't feel like be belonged, like he was good enough, like he provided enough. He came back, of course, after the loneliness became unbearable and his head cleared just a bit. He's more hardworking than ever, but more to make up for everything he's believed he's done wrong.
rank ; garden keeper mate log ; male - homosexual - single
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SUNFRECKLE -- goldcrest
She was so sure with what she wanted to do, who she wanted to be, before crumbling under the pressure somewhere down the line. Commitment is a difficult thing; she would rather have a few small consistent things than one big Always. She loves her clan, and she loves her family and friends, she just doesn't quite know where she belongs in it all. She's often lost in thoughts of insignificance and, despite loving her life as it is now, how much more she wants. When she eventually dies, what would be left? Of course, she doesn't share these thoughts much with anyone, always showing off her bubbly playful self first and foremost. Not one of a listener, she sometimes still struggles to understand others, and often can't step into others shoes. Her vision lies within herself, and most of the time she has a good grasp of her emotions and thoughts. Practically a born artist, she tends to see (and hear) colours where most others don't, literally! She likes singing, waking up with the birds, and roaming Summerclan's territory--whether that be alone or with others. Once the young, excitable medicine-cat apprentice, she stepped down. She partly regrets it, but didn't quite feel she fit the role anymore. Maybe it was a dumb decision, but life was full of dumb decisions.
Larchshiver - Secretkit A yellow tabby tom with pale green eyes, Larchshiver is a well covered tom both physically and mentally, a sure-mannered and strong-willed warrior with a tendency to lean towards doing the right thing regardless of where it puts him. He values authenticity and approaches life as practically as he can, reasoning that rules are put into place for a reason and that things go well as long as you abide by what you're told to do. Bending rules and orders doesn't come easily to him as without law and order, there is no structure, and without structure... There are too many options. Potential for chaos is around the corner without stability and process. Thus, Larchshiver contents himself with obedience and doing what he can to help the cats around him. He is littermate to Tallaster, and stands a few inches shorter than the long legged she-cat. Where he keeps her grounded, she keeps him thinking youthfully and playfully, and the two are very close as a result. Warrior Mate Log: Male - Questioning (is that allowed, if not then Bisexual works, he just hasn't discovered it yet) - Single
Tallaster - Secretkit Her name does not lie, this cream furred she-cat is indeed long limbed with the slender build to boot. Unusual to her heritage, she has always been awkwardly tall and stands a few inches taller than even her large brother Larchshiver. Such blessings of agility and far running can often be overlooked when looked upon as a bit of a physical oddity, at least by her, and though she looks to tower, her personality doesn't quite match the image. She is of a soft-spoken nature, self conscious of her looks and forever wishing to be able to hide herself away from prying eyes and jeering japes. For steadiness and support she looks to her littermate Larchshiver, a confident and strong tom in both mind and soul who keeps her grounded when she feels as though she's likely to dissolve into anxious predicaments. To the cats who she'd consider close to her heart she would fondly do anything, and to those who would approach with the intent to harm? Beware of Tallaster when she learns to kick. Warrior Mate Log: Female - Bisexual - Single
Whiteperch - baewolf At one time, this small tom carried the scent of WaterClan. Now the wind and the willows blend with his soft, cotton-like smell. What once was a bubbly, excited creature is now reserved and anxious, new scars crossing his skin. But his hardships and journey was worth it, finding his lost brother in the process. Now after moons of travel, he followed the scent that was once home to him, only to find the Clan that he loved no more, but that the tom he had grown to love was leading a new Clan. Whiteperch had made a choice many moons ago; to follow the trail of his brother or to stay with Chimeraheart. Every step he took away from the ginger one-eyed tom was an icicle to his heart. Now that he and his brother, Blightbone, have been reunited, Whiteperch lead them back to what was once WaterClan, and was now made up of so many wanderers; SwiftClan. Whiteperch is a small in stature tom. White fur broken up in muddy patches crown his head, splattering across his sides and running along his haunches. His eyes are large and round, golden brown with murky green around the pupil, much like the scales of the river fish he had been named after. Though not as outgoing as he once was, Whiteperch still has a fiery attitude and fights for what he wants, more with claw than he used to. There was only one thing that drove him to find SwiftClan, and he hopes that it was worth the journey. Sadly, that was not the case. The tom that he had loved was no more, caught up in the leading of a Clan and learning it's way. Whiteperch would have followed him to the ends of the earth, but in this moment in time, that was sadly not an option. Whiteperch instead chose to stay with his brother, only in hope to find his heart again one day. Tragedy struck again once more when he lost Blightbone, sending Whiteperch racing from the grasp of SwiftClan. His brother was gone, the tom he loved was no more, and all he wanted was rest. One day he found himself walking the shores of SummerClan, feeling akin to the salt water that crashed against the sand. The warm sky, sweet breeze, water all around. This was as close to WaterClan as he was going to get. White perch might have finally found his home here. Mate Log : male - gay - single
