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EMERALDKIT + CROWN roleplayed by shadow A black she-cat with accents of rust ginger on her belly, chest, and underside of tail and poison ivy green eyes. { kit }
SILENTKIT + MIRTH roleplayed by shadow A munchkin shorthaired white she-cat with patches of dark grey and light green eyes. A mute little one, she is the sister of Glitteringnight and Snowyeve. { kit }
STORMKIT + BIRD roleplayed by shadow Out of a liter of three, only one kit looked like their father. Stormbird was named for the multi-colored grey maine coon fur he inherited from his father, one that reminded observers of the sky when covered in storm clouds. Other than his appearance, he is nothing like the cat though. Where Grandslky had been poised, grand, quiet, and respectable, Stormbird is not. He is freedom, a bird wishing to break free, and one that hates being caged up in camp. Constantly seen running about, this tom is a wild child. His fur is never kept and his eyes hold a sense of mischief usually reserved for kits. The cats of NightClan hope he one day grows out of his mischievous ways. But he likes fun, and fun is better than being cooped up in camp all day. The tom will even take a day of training to doing nothing! Especially is that training happens out in the middle of a rain storm, his favorite of all the different ranges of weather. { kit }
a pretty calico she-cat with green eyes and long fur. Rosyreef is one of Aspenstar's nieces, the daughter of the now deceased Oakleaf and an unknown shecat. She was taken from twolegs at a very early age, enough that she hardly remembers, not that would she want to. Rosyreef loves Nightclan, and being close to her family here. Now, she can stay with her siblings without fear of separation, and she gets to learn stories about her father from her aunt. She's extremely kindhearted, but fiercely loyal, almost to a fault. She feels a constant pull between her family, and her sister, Roaringwinter. Rosyreef is well aware that Roaringwinter despises Aspenstar for taking the three siblings to Nightclan, but she loves her aunt with her entire being. She's independent, though stays beside those she loves. She sees Phantomfox as almost a father figure, since he was the one to help raise her along side Aspenstar.
DRAGONPAW (mirage) roleplayed by seeker pure black cat with yellow eyes and angular features, such as a defined and pointed jaw, with long pointed ears. Dragonmirage is a cat that one might not care to mess with. They're a silent stalker, pawsteps soft, fur the color of shadows. Dragonmirage seems the type of cat you'd expect to find in Nightclan. Mysterious, quiet, and quick to kill. Their loyalty lies in Nightclan. Dragonmirage has a cool temper, the scary kind. They take silent revenge, being nice to your face, but slowly sabotaging in ways one wouldn't figure out. A nest always lumpy so you can't sleep well, so you're easier to manipulate. Disagreeing with anything you say, just to make you doubt yourself. They have a sense of superiority, and is in desperate need of being knocked into their place.
A fox patterned she cat with long fur and a thick tail,she has bright yellow eyes. She is a two faced lair and will do anything to get her way...even if she has to kill her own clan mates. She's really good at lying and manipulating. she can be cold hearted most of the time but when she needs so she can act like a real sweet heart. She wants to be leader and will do anything to get it. She likes fighting and often uses other cats to do her dirty work for her. during the winter her fur changes to white just like most foxes witch makes her the best for hunting during the winter.
Post by Blood&MoonMikaelson on Jun 19, 2021 17:36:04 GMT -5
GREYPAW (frost)
roleplayed by Blood&MoonMikaelson Greykit was born on January, 1st, 2021 beside her smaller sister, Mintkit to a healthy, young couple. They were fresh into their warriorhood and traditional parents like their own before them. At their three moon mark they were baptized in water and given their names and while Mintkit coughed and spat out water, Greykit blinked the water from her eyes and smiled in triumph. Greykit found herself bored most days and while she listened to the stories of gathering their clan beneath the stars, it never held her attention for long. Instead she was interested in watching her clan work; their daily lives leading them out of camp frequently. She yearned to follow them and discover their territory for herself. Her sister followed along and was the more rational of the two, happy to sit and listen to their mother teach them the warrior code and the meaning of Starclan.
She was beyond thrilled when it came time to become an apprentice, on July 1st, 2021. Her first real exploration throughout the territory is still one of Greyfrost's fondest memories. She learned quickly to use her size to her advantage and picked up swimming and combat training quickly. Her body grew quickly and was soon towering over her sister's smaller frame. Her love for Starclan developed with the help of her mentor, who's traditional values and support of Clan leadership passed onto Greypaw. She began spending more time with her mentor than family and naturally grew distant to them. As she grew her mentor finally agreed to bring her on more border patrols.
Greypaw's apprenticeship was nearing an end and she prayed often to Starclan for guidance on what her warriorhood would be like. It was in one of these contemplative moods when a skirmish broke out with rogue gang. She fought alongside her clan-mates with fervor and as blood soaked the ground and stained her fur she found her answer. As her clan chased off the rogue gang, Greypaw wanted to forge ahead, chase them to their camp and take their land in the name of Starclan; but they were outnumbered and wounded. Even still she had found her calling that day and as they returned to camp Greyfrost felt Starclan had finally showed her the path towards her fate.
Greypaw finished the rest of her apprenticeship, on January 1st 2022 rather impatiently and on the night of her vigil, on she walked with purpose toward the camp entrance. She met her sister there who walked to a small pool of water and touched it with her nose before looking up the stars and confessing her sins. Greyfrost followed with confidence and boldly stared down Mintface as she claimed her transgressions. After it was over Greyfrost and Mint- sat together silently and as Mint- shivered against the cold, Greyfrost never wavered. In the morning they were greeted into the clan warmly and over the last few moons she’s tried to find her place among the crowd. She’s willing to go the extra mile to prove her worth and hopes to one day make The World bend on its knees to her and Starclan’s will.
Post by Honeystorm on Jun 19, 2021 22:25:37 GMT -5
BLACKSEA roleplayed by Honeystorm A sleek black, nonbinary feline with one stormy grey eye, and one deep copper eye. Like many wandering loners, they simply waited at the border of NightClan and requested to join, and like many found their place within the clan. They don't actually have a set personality yet cause Sen didn't think that deeply into this, they just needed more NightClan cats to RP, LOL. Warrior Unknown Sexuality, Single
Hey Blood&MoonMikaelson , edit : we have a spot that opened up last AC so I’ll add her in when I get home from work tonight . Welcome back to Nightclan
Post by Blood&MoonMikaelson on Jun 22, 2021 0:31:32 GMT -5
SMOLDERHEART roleplayed by Blood&MoonMikaelson Smolderheart's life began when she was born on June, 18, 2020 to two warriors by the names of Flaresong and Ravensky, entering the world alongside three others, Birchsong, her older brother, Sparkspirit, her younger Brother and Cinderfeather, her younger Sister, a total of four. They were a comforting light to their father, Ravensky in particular who was currently suffering from constant plagues of anxiety, due to ambush by a rogue patrol, such had resulted in many injuries, including those of his mate. Despite his growing paranoia, Flaresong was a steady guidance for the tom, the kits as well. Thus, the family lived happily together, at least until two or three moons later.
It was quite unsettling to discover that Flaresong had become ill. Smolderkit and her brother were notorious for trying to slip out to venture out in search of her, before Ravensky would return them to the nursery in a fit of panic. Alas, Flaresong had gotten an infection which later resulted in her death. This left Ravensky in a horrible mindset, so much so, even Smolderkit and her siblings knew they'd best remain on their father's good side.
Despite believing this would be the end of Ravensky's visits it wasn't, if anything he checked on them more frequently. Perhaps this should've been expected, maybe not. Though comforting at first, Ravensky's fears got the better of him and before long, the kits' own minds became infected with his fears, leaving them either anxious and jumpy or reserved and quiet. The queens didn't like this, stating such to Ravensky quite bluntly. He agrees to try and mend the problem he'd caused, but merely made matters worse, before things became rather uncomfortable in the nursery, much to Smolder's and her siblings confusion and irritation.
The day the four became apprentices, on December, 1st, 2020, was less than enjoyable. The kits had regained a bit of spirit thanks to the gentle nurturing of the queens, however it didn't take very long before Ravensky was at it again, plaguing their minds with anxiety and insecurities beyond belief. While some handled it better than others, Smolderpaw wasn't sure who to believe, missing the calming voice of Flaresong who'd soothe the worries of all.
What Ravensky had done was shelter his kits every chance he got, placing unnecessary fear upon their hearts. He'd lost trust in his clan out of pure fear, yet would never lash out. He'd simply become isolated, something that Smolderpaw had also become, though it was beyond her knowledge until her mentor pointed it out. The difference with Smolderpaw was that she didn't display fear like her father did. While often bearing a charming smile, she resorted to keeping the peace, otherwise fleeing when the situation became too much to bear. NAME HERE, her mentor, was a particularly pushy molly, but in the end, she had the young molly's best interest. She frequently shielded Smolderpaw from Ravensky's constant questions and worries, even during the event in which they ran into a hawk. NAME was determined to shape Smolderpaw into nothing less than a true warrior, something she'd never be with Ravensky's mindset.
Alas, Smolderpaw reached the day of her warrior ceremony, becoming Smolderheart, on, June, 1st, 2020. It hadn't been an easy road, growing a distaste for the paranoid Ravensky, who had made things harder than they should've been. However, reminded her of the tom's past and while that didn't fix things, she let her grudge reside just a tad. And then news came that Ravensky had grown ill. Terribly thin, the tom laid in the medicine cat's den for days on end, quickly becoming clear to Smolderheart of his unfortunate fate. The night he passed, the siblings grieved together, but at the back of their minds knew the tom would be at peace, alongside Flaresong once more.
However, now June, 21, 2021, she'd truly face things on her own. Forcing herself to not be the cat her father was. Unfortunately, the feline has found herself at a loss, creeping back into that same shell from long ago. The clan had suffered death and sickness and the clan itself continued to suffer. She lost her siblings, Birchsong, her older brother, dies from Black-cough, Sparkspirit, her younger Brother, dies from an ambush with a fox and Cinderfeather, her younger Sister, to an unknown sickness that made her unable to eat. It was all too much. Simply, merely, overwhelming fear. Fear of what was to come. Fear for the clan. Fear she'd never admit. rank
OLIVEPAW(nose) A himbo, through and through, formerly known as Ollie. Bouncy, innocent, sensitive, but he could probably break you in two without trying too hard. I don't know what Oakleaf looked like, but he probably looks like that or something. Also, apparently was given two different names, so some call him Olivepaw, others call him Otterpaw, he'll probably answer to both. Apprentice
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Post by achromatic on Jun 30, 2021 10:04:56 GMT -5
SCORPIOKIT (skies) roleplayed by achromatic If you're not on the top of the food chain, then you're certainly at the bottom. Scorpioskies knows exactly what kind of world she lives in; if you don't eat, you'll get eaten. Perhaps that's why she's so changeable; her alliances flips from one to the other, always choosing what she believes is the winning side. When she abandons ship for the raft, everything's okay, but if others do the same? The dramatics begin. How dare they! How could they! She takes everything too seriously and not seriously at all. Her dry–and sometimes dark–sense of humour comes into play often, and mix that with her tendency to ask uncomfortable questions often puts her at a weird position with everyone else. She's a probe, constantly trying to get a good read on others, but what she does with that information? No one can really tell; in fact all of her motivations seem a bit...off kelter at times. On one hand, she seems extremely closed off, calculating exactly what information is shared or not, but on the other hand, she can be extremely blunt, to the point of rudeness. It's really lucky that she's such a pretty cat, her small frame, wide amber eyes, and beautiful calico pelt makes her seem plenty more innocent than she really is. If not, her siblings would've sworn she'd have scars on her face from the amount of other cats she's offended by now. She's competitive and ruthless when she's in pursuit of something, but if you ask her, why wouldn't she be? It's a dog-eat-dog world and Scorpioskies isn't just living in it, she's going to thrive.
CHASINGPAW (destiny) roleplayed by shadow TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO ONE HAS GONE BEFORE ★ For this apprentice halfway through his training as is, so much has happened in his young life, some could say it may even be a little unfair. Life, however, loves to throw its curveballs and for a tom like Chasingpaw who has a simple self-assigned life mission to bring color and light to every life he touches in the smallest capacity, he is life's most favorite practice target. For this black and silver long furred bengal tom, whose pelt itself seems to have trapped the stars, his life began in a nest in the nursery of the coldest clan in this world, WinterClan. One of many siblings, he was the odd one out, next to his sister. Between the two of them, they were the misfits but were happy to have one another. His sister, capable of dream walking, and he, enchanted and in love with the night skies. However, before his apprenticeship, his sister – his closest companion, his confidante, his best friend – vanished. There was no trace of her, no trail to track. It was a devastating loss for the young tom, yet in that dark void where there was only sadness and endless nothing, he found a pin of light in the form of the most beautiful she-cat he had ever laid eyes on before. She was stunning in every way, inside and out, and though he only wished to be her friend, he received so much more. Through her, he discovered a new side of himself, and found himself becoming a better person with her at his side. Their love story, however, was not an easy one. WinterClan was a clan ruled by an authoritarian monarchy who had not a care for the mental and physical well-being of its inhabitants. In this world, his dearest love was at the topmost tier, a noble by blood, better in every way to his lowly commoner. Their differing social classes never bothered him, however; they could never break what was between them. With each passing day, Chasingpaw focused his efforts on creating new and different worlds for his friend and crush just to offer her a sense of solace in the toxicity of their day to day reality, even as he began to crumble under the heavy hand of the clan he was born into. For a tom who dreamed so large, loved so deep, and wished to build a future that would span far larger than the bubble of the ice-hearted clan, his time was counting down. If he didn't escape his cage, he would break because of it. His salvation came in the form of an unassuming she-cat who claimed her home to be under the stars, locked away in the prison of his home, a she-cat who despite not knowing a single thing about him seemed to see right through him and understand his heart in a way not even his family could. Together, they planned their escape, though Chasingpaw knew he couldn't leave without revealing the truth to the one soul that he didn't want to part from without understanding his love for her. Stealing away under the stars, they spent their last night together, attempting to fall away into one of the many worlds they'd created together, desperate to spend what little time they had left with one another never looking away. Come dawn, however, reality tore apart their dreams and came crashing down atop their bubble of freedom. Chasingpaw set off with a broken, bleeding heart alongside the prisoner he'd helped break out of her cage, just as she had done the same for him, and traveled to his new home: NightClan, where the stars sang their songs without fear and where he could blossom and create his world without restraint. apprentice
Post by prettylittleliars on Aug 6, 2021 19:03:51 GMT -5
ANGELFISH roleplayed by PRETTYLITTLELIARS
My name is Angelfish. I am a pure-blooded nightclan she-cat. I was born to Goshawkwater, my father and Basscreek, my mother, on August, 1st, 2020. My parents had been on a walk, when my Mother went into premature labor. It wasn't planned, it simply just happened. They were by the Cenote Pool, when it happened. Luckily, they were close to camp, they could get help. My Father left and by the time I was born, he was returning with the medicine cat. The medicine cat checked us both out, saying that I was healthy. I was the only kit born.
Unfortunaly, my mother got sick, from a snake bite a few days after I was born and died. I was then raised and cared for by my Father and the Clan Queens. By the time I had reached my apprenticeship, on February/1st/2021, I had lost both parents. My father died from a rockslide on a hunt, a few days before I turned 5 Months old. A storm had suddenly appeared and lightening began to flash. A few minutes later, he had been struck, by a flash, and began to fall. As he fell, a rockslide began, he was buried.
He was buried underneath a rumble of rocks. So I started my apprenticeship on a sad note. Over the next few days, I cheered up and began to look forward to my training. I put all my efforts into it. At times I can have a one-track mind, only focusing on one thing at a time. If I fail, I persevere, until I have whatever I am doing done or worked out. I love to swim, in any water source. I love getting my pelt wet fishing, swimming or just relaxing after a hard day of hunting, patrolling or whatever.
When my apprenticeship ended I became a warrior. Now I am serving my clan as a full fledged warrior, on April,1st, 2021. I am loving it. I still wish my parents were here, but I know they are watching from the stars above. I hope to have a family of my own, at least adopt kits in need. But I also hope to be able to work hard enough to become a member of the Loyal Guard. I put my faith in StarClan, obeying the warrior Code. I hate breaking rules, I refuse too, I'm a warrior after all.
Post by stealthybirb on Aug 31, 2021 17:35:14 GMT -5
ASTERKIT(VALLEY) roleplayed by STEALTHYBIRB A handsome face, golden eyes, and a fear of commitment. What more could anyone want? A lot probably. Astervalley is a long-furred tom with a mixed pelt. His fur holds hues of russet, white, and blacks. His eyes are a bright gold that looks fiercer than he actually is. Astervalley is entirely too unconcerned in most situations that would cause FOR concern. Maybe it's his lack of front claws but Aster just wasn't born for worrying. KIT
