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Post by complacentdevil on Jan 23, 2021 23:31:19 GMT -5
SWIFTCLAN
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OUTSIDER PUREBLOOD parentage ; XXX x XXX siblings ; none
An impending tom with a quiet demeanor, everything imagined about this cat seems to be the contrary. He shows little emotion, his face a blank slate, with a tongue that shares few words. He came to his clan in the middle of the night, slipping in with no fuss or fury, simply following the steps of those around him, doing as the do when they do, providing his keep as the rest. His past he keeps quiet, and when sharing only speaks of his life time while with his newfound clanmates. His faded yellow eyes betray little either, well guarded against those who would use it against him. He keeps to himself while attending his dues, quiet as always, only noticeable by his large stature and pretty silver coat, slivered through by a grey the colour of stone, his large paws white as snow, all well kept by his immaculate grooming. He proves to be quite the hunter despite his heavy steps, and is an avid fisher when the sources are available. These seem to be the only activities he doesnt mind sharing the work over, and is happy to have the company of another cat during any of his outings, even if he doesnt vocalize it.
A tortoiseshell she-cat who appears a lot smaller than she actually is. Her pelt is mainly black with pale cream and ginger stripes mottled throughout. Her eyes are green, like new spring growth and a little darker at the center. While she is pretty, she doesn’t stand out. Soft spoken, Blacksky never raises her voice or offers up an argumentative opinion. While crowds do make her nervous she has no problem socializing with smaller groups. She just genuinely likes to believe that there is good in everyone, even if they don’t always show it. Blacksky was found wandering the SwiftClan territory, barely old enough to be an apprentice. She had escaped from a hoarding situation and barely managed to survive on her own. Taken in by the nomadic clan, she adapted to her new life. Blacksky may not be the best fighter or hunter, but she is small and swift. Here she fits in just fine even if she is a bit jumpy at times.
Abandoned, yet found with his siblings, Lemonburst seems to be the odd one out. While all others bear ginger markings, the white and dusty brown tabby tom bears no such distinction. Yet he bears their common upbeat demeanor, the glint of joy ever present in his bright green eyes. He has a tendency to follow reckless abandons, always going with the flow, be it chasing butterflies with the kits or chasing intruders from the borders. While he gives everything his all without seeming to think, he finds himself more often than not being the one to be hurt in the end, weak by a fault, although its never diminished his spirits as a warrior.
Post by complacentdevil on Jan 23, 2021 23:46:30 GMT -5
SPRINGCLAN
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parentage ; Mine x XXX siblings ; Littleweb
Loyal to a fault, Blackberry is a friend to the end. With a coat the shade of night, and eyes the colour of the setting sun, many would call him impending, like the shadows cast by the largest trees at dusk. His brutish appearance, quiet demeanor and secretive past cause many to accuse him of being the cause of many bad luck scenarios, though he has never been proven guilty. Although not a natural borne Springclanner, he has taken it as his home, willing to protect it to the end, and the scars across his body from throwing himself headfirst into border skirmishes and battles are his badges of honour, a proof that he remains loyal to his clan and adoptive family.
The broken bird. He served his clan as best as he could until the accident, and even then, struggled to make it as a loyal servant to his leader. But the damage was permanent, and although his spirit was crushed, akin to his leg, he has developed an easy and happy disposition from staying in the elders den. He proves to be a wise advisor for apprentices and warrior alike, and appreciates his position for what it is now rather than a banishment from being useful to his home. His long calico coat is always impeccably groomed, becoming a bit of an obsession for him in his ample free time since his early retirement. But the light of his warrior days remains in his hazel eyes, which always seem to be watching the camp entrance with a special interest, keeping his attention much more than it should.
He used to be the outcast, constantly having to challenge himself, proving to himself, his family, his so called clan-mates that he belonged. Now Warmglow has found his own family, where he can be himself, even if he's still one of the last picked from the pack. The large, bright red warrior can always be seen with a smile on his face and reflected in his happy green eyes, often times with a fresh catch in his maw, striving to do the best that he can for his new home. Though he was able to forgive the cats from his home clan after he left, he will never forget the bullying he was put through for his odd gait. And now no one questions his abilities, having shown to be worthy of a warrior amoung the warm hearts of his new home.
Borne from a fairytale king, and a mother with no shortness of delusions it seems that this cat didn't fall far from the tree. As if destined to be a failure he takes to refusing the normalcy of clan life, ignoring boundaries and rules, even though his upbringing was strict, with no toe out of line all throughout his apprenticeship. Somehow he made it through, but he now spends his days as a warrior with his head in the clouds. No real use for him other than looking pretty, and he does, with a coat of smoke, almost black unless the sun hits just right as to reveal obsidian rosettes hiding in plain sight; and his eyes of amber, pools of pale orange like a warm sunset. Even as he crosses borders and does what he likes, he does enjoy the benefits of his home, and stays loyal to his heritage as well as close to his siblings.
Uncannily similar to her predecessor, Wildhaunt is charming, warm, sweet. The perfect Summerclan cat, inviting, but quick on her feet to defend her home. The only living daughter of Fallensnow, she tended to follow after her brothers, though they tried to protect her as much as they could, her rough and tumble spirit has gotten her into many a sticky situation. Her pretty black tabby coat sporting a few scars here and there, though nothing anyone would consider to be outlandish. Her eyes, yellow as buttercups, are always alight with humour and a tinge of the cravings for adventure. She's particular, choosing only to surround herself with those that keep the fire in her soul alight, and never those that would strive to keep her contained in an effort to keep her safe.
A sleek, longhaired black tom with bright green eyes. In the sunlight his fur shifts to a dark mahogany color. He’s easily distracted, especially by falling leaves, and can’t stop himself from chasing them.
SUN/WATER HALFBLOOD parentage ; Thunderstorm x Condorstrike siblings; Spirit, Lost, Marked, Grace, Ghost, River
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.
Post by complacentdevil on Jan 24, 2021 0:15:51 GMT -5
FALL CLAN
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parentage ; XXX x XXX siblings ; none
A cat of mystical origin, once simply appearing in Springclan one mysterious night, though he was shown by starclan themselves that he had a higher calling to meet in Fallclan, he has a strange air about him, something quiet and wise, as if a much older cat lives within his small body. He has a penchant for memorization, be it borders or cats, herbs or the finest spots to hunt for prey. Its all locked behind seemingly tired eyes, pale blue as the sky before snowfall. With a scrawny frame, his dusky brown pelt draped across it, the fur on his legs growing darker only to be met with the contrast of snow-white toes. He has a pessimistic demeanor because of this, but tries his best and aids his clan as best as possible as a medicine cat with his talents, regardless of his physical setbacks.
parentage ; XXX x XXX siblings ; Spectre, Spirit, Melody
A small, sturdy dark grey, almost black, tom with a white muzzle and paws and yellow eyes. With a voice like a whisper in the wind, Ghostwood is easy to overlook. His is the phantom voice in your ear, telling you what you wish to hear. He lures you out with silent promises of grandeur, setting you up for whatever he wills as you question your sanity. Many believe that Ghostwood is mute, and as the overlooked sibling, he never really had the chance to put himself out there. Whenever he tried to talk, he was always cut off or talked over, so he stopped trying, and he learned to use others through his whispers. Getting what he wants, when he wants. Playing with others for his own enjoyment. Adaptable and cautious, he will hide his true nature from others. Let them believe that he can’t fend for himself, as it will only profit him in the end.
Pure. As clean as freshly fallen snow, held to the highest regard, you know you never want to disturb it, even when you have to. This cat views himself in this way, keeping himself obsessively clean, his pelt an ever-white, crisp and alarming. He finds no fault in himself, even as he stands out amoungst the rest, a beacon in the shadows that he calls home. Though, maybe none need to be found, as his shell doesn't cause him to fall behind his peers at all, in fact, it has driven him to push harder, go longer, prove himself. And he has, and will continue to, as he holds himself in the highest regard of all. Proud of who he is, Promisedprince falters not a bit, in battle or in a battle of wits. He holds that same pride in his home and his peers, always being the first to jump in to save another. Inside, he carries secrets, that only those closest to him will ever know of, and even then, they are only betrayed through the thin cracks in his bright yellow eyes.
This cat is from a forgotten bloodline, once seen as a useless addition to his clan, he found a new home. He escaped with his life from the icy prison of the north, coming to a stop when the air became crisp, the leaves all different shades of colours, some he had never seen while trapped inside the dens, talking to himself to stay sane in his prior clan. He doesn't speak of the past, instead devoting his days to growing, shaping himself into a worthy warrior for his newfound family. His black and white coat is kept tidy, and he is often found with a crown of flowers on his head, trophies he finds while wandering the territory. Hes always willing to make some for others, a bit of joy in his amber eyes when asked.
Forever the little brother. Loved by his mother and his clan alike, Kodiaktrack has never found it difficult to fit in. He shares the sparkle from his mother's eyes in his deep pools of honey, and her affinity for the wilderness of their wintry home. Growing up was easy without a need to take responsibility, able to brush out of trouble from his status or with the help of his siblings, though their relationship can't always be defined as perfect. More often than not he finds himself in a silent treatment stalemate with Eostrixcrest, though Crownedeagle mediates most of their tussles, both verbal and physical. His depth for love is reflected in his figure, with a sizeable stature, coated in long, smoky black fur, always groomed to perfection, a larger copy of his mother, his first love, to which her and his family and his home he could never falter loyalty to.
A hidden beauty under the shadows of her home, with bright green eyes that glow as if lit by the moon goddess herself. With a pretty multi-coloured pelt to match, and an upbeat attitude she strikes envy in those around her with at no fault of her own. She simply flows with life's twists and turns, her existence easy in the sheltered territory of Moonclan. She stumbled into it's welcoming embrace young, and has yet to look back, finding herself quite comfortable with all it's members, though she may struggle to make lasting connections.
Abandoned, though with family present in the form of Mammon, Larkspurspeckle, Oleanderbloom, Hyacinthpetal and Foxglovedawn, this she-cat holds the fear of constant loss and a lack of stability. With exaggerated features, its obvious that Moonclan was not her origin, though she is ever adapting to fit herself in so that she doesn't stick out too much. She pulls her weight, making sure that others are taken care of before herself, mostly to pass the time and to distract herself from her anxieties of being left behind and the sadness that trails with it. Though she holds these oddities it cant be said that she isn't pretty, although her beauty is of the unorthodox kind, with a pelt of black and white, long ears and a roman nose. She has olive green eyes, drab unless someone sparks a light in them in getting close to her heart.
An anomaly to say the least, when her mother and father brought this small kit back to camp with them after her mother ran off and lost half her siblings while kitting in a blizzard, everyone from the start was convinced Anxiousheart would be just like her. With short fur, mostly a brown tabby with snow white coating her belly, and bright hazel eyes shes constantly out of her element, the cold driving her to shiver and have sniffles. For this she was seen as weaker, her clan members write her off, thinking her just another kit from her family that would end up dead. Still she persevered, growing into a warrior worth her weight, quick on her fit and with a sharp tongue to match. She finds life in Winterclan fairly difficult, but having her siblings makes it somewhat easier, as she can always find solace in sharing tongues with them, even if she hasn't found herself very close to either of her parents.
First born into importance, this tom has never let his confidence waver. He learned to have a quick tongue from his father, the Ambassador Proxy. and gained a great facade from his mother, the Shaman. Appearing to be caring, to his clanmates, his siblings, even those above him, all while simply enjoying the highlife of his families' positions. Due to his temperament this large tom suffers from a lack of tact, appearing at some times flat out rude and feral, but with his training, manages to cover himself quite often. Ever popular with the she-cats, he dons a coat of black from above, and snow white below, as if dunked into the cold material at birth. He has honey eyes, sweet to stare into as long as you dont mind the harshness underneath. This is a cat that plays by his own rules, and has been since birth, and he always has to come out on top.
Found in the territory of one of the most inhospitable groups, this cat has always been seen as odd. With a tortoiseshell coat and odd coloured eyes, Sage had no lack of troubles finding his place amoung the cats of Primal Instinct as he grew up. Though he took to the cat that found him, Regulus, the second in command at the time, and he found peace in the older toms presence, the desire to prove himself to him was what drove him, growing into a fine hunter. He struggles still though forming connections, always on the edge with fear that he would be judged, but he does crave the closeness of other cats, and in his free time works on forming relationships with those around him.
OUTSIDER PUREBLOOD parentage ; XXX x "Michele" siblings ; Micheline, Funk III, Luminance
Dedicated, as if his worth was based on how much he could do for his home. He fits in well, with a fancy family name, able to flaunt it about, he seems to have a good bit of popularity, and flourishes with it. Named after his 'grandmother' Foxbane, Renard sports a rich coat of red, with emerald green eyes to match. A purebred, taken from his birth home in exchange for trivial favours, though the somali has found ease in being able to lurk through the shadows of his adoptive inner city home, learning all the history and ins-and-outs that he can under the guidance of those he values.
