Icy-son
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Post by Icy-son on Aug 9, 2010 13:57:00 GMT -5
Name:
Ivyclaw
Gender:
Tom
Age:
38 moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Warrior
Apprentice:
Mudpaw
Love Interest:
Heatherheart, Mousy
Kin:
Crisis, Mother, NPC
Fireleap, Father, NPC
Littlestone, Brother, NPC
Shadedfang, Sister, NPC
Ferretfang, Brother, NPC
Boulderclaw, Brother, NPC
Blackfire, Brother, NPC
Swallowpaw, daughter, Icy
Ivykit, son, Starclan, Icy
Reedkit, son, Mousy
Description:
Ivyclaw seems like a normally bulky tom, with a plain gray tabby pelt. Oh no, that is not the true case in a whole. His fur is long around his neck down to his tail tip, long and wispy gray all around him. His pelt is the color of light smoke, more like soot.
His eyes are a bright yellowish green, almost like tansy pulp. His build is matter-of-fact large, mostly because of his big, hollow bones under the thick mass of fluff. The tufts of his ears are black, and he has a white underbelly and paws.
His ears seem to be fine, but if you look closely, you can see a deep vee on his right ear, and a deep scar behind his left. He was in a nasty battle with WindClan as a young warrior, and managed to injure a gray she-cat as well. The she-cat was Ashheart, Icewhisker's mother.
Personality:
Ivyclaw is a rough tom, one who enjoys getting into many fights. That is why he has many scars from his apprentice days. Fighting is his life, and he can strive to win every one, words or claws. He is also very nosy, trying to get in on everyone's conversation and bickering. He does enjoy a nice walk down to the lake, maybe toward the old abandoned Twoleg nest. He does love going with Heatherheart, his true mate. He has a soft spot for his two alive kits, Swallowpaw and Reedkit. He does like ordering others around, mostly for the fun of it.
History:
Ivyclaw was not born a normal kit, to a queen and warrior of ThunderClan. Instead, he was born to a rogue named Crisis and his father, Fireleap. He was brought to ThunderClan alongside his brothers and sisters, Littlekit, Ferretkit, Shadekit, Boulderkit, and Blackkit. As soon as they were brought in by their father, the Clan was perplexed. How could six newborn kits get here if they weren't kittypets? Fireleap made a convincing speech as to where he got them from, without revealing their mother.
When they became actual kits of ThunderClan, Ivykit looked toward the leader and deputy for advice in his 'busy' life of playing games and sleeping. He almost was always first to wake in the morning, a little late after dawn, and at the fresh kill pile pretty quickly. This went on until the day he and his siblings became apprentices.
At the time, there were many warriors for mentors, and each kit had a mentor. Ivypaw was given to a she-cat of Morningfur, and instantly went to the borders to see which Clan was which. Almost at once, he despised ShadowClan and RiverClan, and stayed away from them at Gatherings. With that, he was next to WindClan, getting to know them very well. Much more than the other Clans.
He became a warrior at about fourteen moons, and was dubbed Ivyclaw for his superior fighting skills. He kept watch that night, and saw a lithe she-cat not far away. It was a brown tabby, and her scent was muffled with nursery scent. As he called out to her, the tabby stopped and left her kit where she was. She then darted away, back towards his forest. He followed her, not telling his siblings, but he couldn't catch her. So he looked at the kit, a dusky gray tom. He picked up the kit and trotted back to camp. The poor scrap was mewing pitifully, and Ivyclaw didn't know what to do. At dawn, he placed the kit in the Nursery, then to the warriors den for sleep.
He still wonders why the kit was at the camp, since none of the other Clans reported a missing kit. He was named Duskpaw, and he became the mentor. Although, he was disappointed when he left for RiverClan. The warrior couldn't figure out why this was what it became. Well, he had nothing to do with him anymore.
Never again.
Other:
Timeline:
0 moons ago: To be continued....
3.5 moons ago: Reedkit is born.
11 moons ago: Ivykit dies of Greencough
12 moons ago: Ivykit and Swallowkit are born
14 moons ago: Duskpaw left ThunderClan for the river
18 moons ago: He takes place in battle with WindClan
20 moons ago: Duskpaw became Ivyclaw's apprentice
26 moons ago: The apprentices become warriors
32 moons ago: The kits become apprentices
38 moons ago: The kits came to ThunderClan
38 moons ago: The kits were born
Song: Colonel Hathi's March
Roleplay Example:
The battle between WindClan and ThunderClan:
Screams and yowls rang through the air, alerting the young warrior, Ivyclaw. He could hear his father shrieking as he held a WindClan tom down to the ground. The gray tom watched on until he was rammed into by a she-cat, smothered by a gray tabby.
He was caught off guard quickly, then regained his awareness. He sliced his claws across her muzzle as she bit into his forearm. He yowled with rage, his eyes narrowing in concentration. He kicked her off, then returned to his paws. He was staring right into the eyes of Ashheart, who stepped backwards in shock.
He changed his expression from confused to attacking mode, curling his lips into a snarl. "Stay away from the border," he growled, bunching his muscles to his flank. "Never," she startled she-cat spat, dashing towards him and slashing both his ears.
Ivyclaw was caught off guard once again by the she-cat's fierceness, and he bit down hard on her foreleg, blood spilling out from his ears. One was cut in a deep vee shape, and the other was bleeding from the back section. His yellow-green eyes blazed with anger, then the she-cat retreated with a bleeding foreleg.
He spat at the ground, narrowing his eyes, then dashed off to help the deputy, Whitefrost. The white tom seemed to be fine, and he kept his ground firm. He wasn't about to be surprised again by the sudden battle urge.
His wispy fur ruffled with the breeze, and the taint scent of blood reached his nose. There wasn't much damage on either side, and he grinned as the call of WindClan's leader, Fernstar, rang out in the air. "WindClan, retreat!"
He grinned and padded towards Lionstar, who was gathering the warriors together. Littlestone and Blackfire were beside him, both seemed to be unharmed. He strained his neck over the crows, and saw Ferretfang licking a shoulder wound. Ivyclaw let out a sigh of relief, for his siblings did not seem to be hurt badly in any way.
He pictured Duskkit, happily in the Nursery, playing with Sinkit, who mysteriously showed up one night ago. He sighed, glancing over towards Whitefrost and his leader. They seemed to be talking, but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was see Heatherheart in the Nursery, seeing to the kits.
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Name:
Swallowpaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
Twelve Moons
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Mentor:
Pinestorm, 8DDD
Love Interest:
Leaning toward Mudpaw, but not really
Kin:
Heatherheart // Mother // Mousy // ThunderClan
Sootclaw // Father // Icy // ThunderClan
Reedkit // Brother // Mousy // ThunderClan
Ivykit // Brother // NPC // Deceased
Description:
Swallowpaw is a pretty dainty and young she-cat, with beauty matching her stealth. Her coat is a very light and fine brown, with dark, dormouse colored stripes lining her body. Her fur is silky smooth, but looks wiry. As you work your way up to her head, you can see that she has stripes running from her tufted ears down to her eyes, a light green with a tint of yellow that she somewhat inherited from her father, Sootclaw.
Another feature to this she-cat is her build. It is somewhat thin and lithe, but she can strive to be a very formidable opponent. Underneath her thin and short pelt are thin but strong muscles that support her in hunting and battle.
Personality:
Swallowpaw is the type to be in trouble half of the time, finding something to get into almost all the time. She has a tendency to get into other cats' conversations and begins rumors after hearing a few words.
Although she is the troublemaker of ThunderClan, she is also the sweet liar that all the Clans recognize. it comes second-nature to this manipulative little she-cat. I would rather stay away from her if you want to keep your secrets safe.
The last thing that she will say is that she is very protective of her brother, Reedkit. Even as a warrior, she will take care of her brother as if he was her kit. Not that she wants a kit, of course. but someone has to keep a watchful eye on her sweet brother.
History:
Her story begins on the night of her birth, a few nights before the dreaded leaf-bare supposedly began. A young queen, named Heatherheart, was in the nursery with the medicine cat, Frostleaf. The father, Sootclaw, was waiting impatiently outside of the Nursery, waiting for his kits to be born. After a long night, there were two kits at dawn. The two agreed on the names. The gray tom was named Ivykit, and the brown tabby was Swallowkit.
A tragedy struck a single moon later, when Ivykit came down with whitecough. Swallowkit was so worried for her brother, and hoped that he would beat this sickness and play with her once again.
Several nights later, he never woke up.
Swallowkit was shaken with grief, and given thyme daily. She slept some of it off, but still felt an aching hole in her heart. Mostly because she couldn't save her loved brother. She kept her eyes on the new kit, Duskkit, to make sure she was safe at all times.
When she was made an apprentice, she kept a firm eye on the Nursery, and visiting the queens whenever possible. When she was seven moons, her mother declared that she was to have more kits. Swallowpaw kept her mind clear and continued to visit her mother in the Nursery.
Then, at long last, another kit was born.
She felt so relieved to see another tom, and she suggested naming him Reedkit, for how he looked like the reeds on RiverClan's side of the river. She grew close to him, and made sure he would never end up dying, like Ivykit.
Now, she continues keeping a close eye on her brother, making sure he doesn't stray too far from the Nursery without watch. But now, she works harder on her training than before, hoping to become a warrior within another moon or so.
Other:
Her song: Trust in Me Fits her sneaky self~ Muuhuuhuu~
Roleplay Example:
The day Ivykit died:
A still but bright dawn loomed overhead, almost seeming to be staring down at a kit, not moving except for the occasional rise and fall of his flank. His gray fur parted along his thin spine, and his sister smoothed and ruffled it with her small claws.
"Don't worry Ivykit. I'll be here with you," she choked out, giving a lick to her brother's ear. He stirred a bit, opening his clear, blue eyes slightly. He was barely breathing now, and Swallowkit pressed her muzzle into his shoulder.
"I love you Ivykit. I will never forget you," she muttered though thick fur, then stepped back to let the Clan gather. Her blue eyes glinted with worry, and it became a bit fuzzy. But she knew her brother was dying. He just couldn't live any longer.
"Until the day comes, Ivykit, I hope to see you. I know you are looking down at me. I promise to be the best warrior I can." she vowed, laying beside her brother, softly crying.
Name:
Spottedtail
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
95 moons
Clan:
ShadowClan
Rank:
Elder
Apprentice:
Fernstem, she-cat, StarClan
Love Interest:
Gone...
Kin:
Silverspot, father, NPC
Gingerheart, mother, NPC
Leopardeyes, brother, NPC
Cherryfoot, daughter, NPC
Briarpaw, son, NPC
Mistpaw, daughter, Deceased
Description:
Spottedtail seems mostly like a frail, elderly she-cat, incapable of doing much more than visiting the dirtplace and back. That statement is mostly false, but being elderly is cold hard truth. She could life a claw when she needed to, even if she's an elder. She has a skinny build, with her bones showing up underneath her thin pelt.
Her fur is mostly a pale cream color, but she has two large spots intersecting on her right side, a color of light brown with darker stripes running vertically on the spots. Her tail is bushy like a raccoon, giving her name. It has gray stripes ringing around her tail, and she has a spot on her head that looks like a helmet, with small, gray hairs around her muzzle.
Personality:
Caring, Humorous, Stern, Adventurous, Star-bound
Spottedtail seems to be kind and and caring, taking care of Ashstripe when the young warrior became crippled. She encourages the young she-cat to try and hunt, even with her leg, but she knows that the young cat would be amazing with fighting. Even the elderly she-cat will try with her.
Even with her laughter and caring attitude, she does have a darker side, much like when she was a ShadowClan warrior. She can be stern to unappreciative apprentices, complaining warriors, and even other strict elders. She has a heart, and she chooses how to use it.
Even as the oldest cat in her Clan, she loves a good adventure on occassion. Some believe she looses her mind out in the forest, and returning near dusk. She brings home her own prey sometimes, mostly a scrawny mouse or something. She is set by the many stars in the sky, her ancestors waiting for her to follow their path up to StarClan. She is reluctant to tread up to where her family has. Staying in her Clan is the best thing for her to endure.
History:
Darkness surrounded the Nursery on a Greenleaf night, and thin light leaked through the treetops. A queen was giving birth to her kits, and she shreiked loudly. The first was born; a strong tom. Another yelp, then silence. The mother has died while giving birth to the second kit, a weak she-kit carely hanging on to her life. The medicine cat tried his hardest to nurse the kit back to her life, and soon enough, the young kit was nursing to the other nursing queen, with kits two moons older.
After days and nights, the father had the courage to name the two. The tough tom was named Leopardkit, and the she-kit was dubbed Spottedkit, for her two spots on her left side. The two grew up without knowing their mother, but were fine without her. Leopardkit ended up being the rough leader, and Spottedkit was the follower, just agreeing to whatever he said.
Soon enough, they became apprentices, Leopardpaw and Spottedpaw. The other litter were now the oldest apprentices of eight moons, and bossed the two around all the time. All except Nettlepaw, the tom beside his sisters. They became closer, and her brother was the center of the she-cat's world. When Nettlepaw became a warrior, she knew that they would be apart for a while.
The two became warriors at last, Leopardeyes and Spottedtail. Nettlefrost was the first to congratulate her, and became inseperable. It seemed impossible, but at twenty moons, Spottedtail moved to the Nursery to have her kits. She was weary of raising her kits through Leaf-bare, but with the Clan behind her, she knew it would be fine.
A light and snowy day came, and her kits arrived. Two she-cats and a tom, which she named according to pelt color. Cherrykit for her ginger-ish paws, Briarkit for his light brown pelt, and Mistkit for her resemblence to her father. Spottedtail was proud of all her kits, and so was her mate.
She watched as her kits became apprentices, as both parents were proud of the accomplishment. They agreed to stay mates, but no more kits, for Spottedtail was one of the best hunters of the Clan. More or less, the apprentices were visited by Nettlefrost and Spottedtail most of the time. They were influencing their training, and it made all the difference.
When the day before their warrior ceremony came, and a border dispute came with Riverclan. They took the life of Mistpaw, Briarpaw, and her mate. She was heartbroken, and stayed on her paws in the camp, ready to race and defend her remaining kit, Cherryfoot.
She went to Gatherings often, and established herself as a senior warrior at fourty moons. That was when she got her first apprentice, Fernpaw. It was her brother's neice, who did mate with Nettlefrost's ginger sister. The apprentice was extremely bossy, and she had to be as strict as possible to tame her attitude.
Fernpaw became a warrior before she knew it, and Spottedtail was relieved. She took it easy, knowing it will be a while before she could join the elders. Her brother was gone, and so was her kit, so she stayed away from the Clan most of the time. She always looked towards the stars, knowing that they hold the answer.
When she was about eighty moons, she retired to become an elder, but that still didn't rustle her spirits. She went out into the forest after the attack on RiverClan, but stayed back when they took back the land. She was furious, but she still went out near camp.
And to this day, she is an older she-cat with many more stories to tell.
Other:
Timeline;;
0 moons ago: Nothing changed. XP
24 moons ago: Spottedtail becomes an elder
64 moons ago: Fernpaw becomes a warrior
73 moons ago: Fernpaw becomes her apprentice
74 moons ago: Spottedtail is established as senior warrior
88 moons ago: Her mate and two kits die; Cherryfoot becomes a warrior
95 moons ago: Her kits become apprentices
101 moons ago: Kits are born; named Cherrykit, Mistkit, and Briarkit
102 moons ago: Spottedtail becomes a queen, moves to the Nursery
103 moons ago: She becomes a warrior, hangs out with Nettlefrost more
105 moons ago: Her crush moves to the Warriors den
108 moons ago: The kits become apprentices
114 moons ago: Spottedkit and Leopardkit are born
Song;;
Round and Round by Selena Gomez
Banner;;
Roleplay Example:
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Name:
Appleclaw
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
49 moons
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Warrior
Apprentice:
Barkfoot, tom, NPC
Love Interest:
N/A
Kin:
Redear, father, NPC
Lilystem, mother, NPC
Gingerflower, sister, Icy
Firestep, sister, Icy
Timberface, Uncle, NPC
Rockfoot, Uncle, NPC
Description:
Bulky, thin pelt, long legs, strong claws, larger ears
Appleclaw is a she-cat of larger size, being the taller one of her sisters. Her body makes up most of her, with only a thinner pelt to cover her skin. Her fur is a light ginger coloration, with slightly darker stripes, zig-zagging her legs and forehead. Her belly seems to be lighter, turning into a bright section. Her muzzle is splashed with white, which is the only other spot on her that is lighter.
What makes her a bit taller, you might ask? It is her longer legs that keep her head higher, thinking to herself that she is in charge. Although, it was her amazingly sharp claws that earned her warrior name of Appleclaw. She fought off a rogue that entered RiverClan territory, with the help of her sisters.
The last feature you could notice, now it begins at her head. Her ears, yes. They are slightly larger than her siblings, but it helps out with hunting and patroling. She can detect the slightest movement, and she is proud of it.
Personality:
Strict, highly intellegent, very sharp tounge, attitude, guards the Warrior Code with her life
All right, just so we get this clear. Appleclaw is not a softer, mothery type like her sisters. She isn't a pushover like Gingerflower, and she doesn't want a tom head-over-heels for her either, example is Firestep. She enjoys being alone, although she isn't alone. She has the Warrior Code to keep her in balance. Without the code, her world would fall apart quickly. She does not believe in cross-clan relations, and those with mixed blood think they do not belong in her Clan.
Yes, you heard me right.
Her Clan.
She acts like she was the deputy, organizing patrols alongside Cherryfur, the deputy. She was a senior warrior, and with her sharp tounge, no wonder she was not the deputy when the choice came. Her tone of voice sometimes scares the apprentices. Oh, by the by, if you ever catch her in a bad mood, expect something terrifying later on. Perhaps a tick inside your mouse, or mouse bile on your tail while you sleep.
History:
She was born like any other warrior, to a queen and her mate, Lilystem and Redear. These two warriors weren't mixed with other Clan's blood or rogue and kittypet blood, but pure-blooded RiverClan. The young queen had recently moved out of the apprenitces den, and within two moons, she became a queen. She gave birth to three, healthy, ginger kits. The first was Applekit, for her darker ginger pelt, Gingerkit, plain and simple, and the last was Firekit, the troublesome kit with white paws.
The three sisters were close as kits could get, mostly inseperable. Firekit learned to chase after toms more often, Gingerkit wanted to be the medicine cat, although the position was taken, but Applekit didn't want to be like her mother. She wanted to be leader, and she knew that nursing queens couldn't be deputy. It seemed like each kit had their life planned out for them, but not exactly the same way as thought out.
Soon enough, they became apprentices, and Applepaw vowed to become leader one day. She worked as hard as all the other apprentice, perhaps a smitch more. Her mentor was strict and sharp with training, but she learned to get along with it. Once, she tried a session with her mentor, when he swiped her ear, unsheathed, and cut it slightly. After that point, they went their seperate ways.
They became warriors almost as soon as the inncident occurred between her and her mentor. Applepaw became Appleclaw for her skills in fighting, which paid off in the end. She had given a few nasty scratches of her own to her bad-tempered mentor. Although, she soon became apart with her sisters, used to be as strong as oak, harder to seperate than ticks to a cat.
As soon as Appleclaw was about nine moons older, she became a mentor. Her apprentice was Timberface's son, Barkpaw. He didn't seem to be as tough to train as she was, but he was perfect. They trained day and night, inseperable like her sisters, and finally came with a conclusion, when Barkfoot became a warrior.
She came to Gatherings, chatted with other Clans, listened to the leaders. It was then she met a few apprentices from ShadowClan, and a smaller one was named Ashenpaw. As soon as they left, so did Appleclaw. She was curious to what the cat had in store for his future. She had shaken her head, knowing it couldn't be quite true. She was bound by the warrior code, never with any other cat.
She established herself as a senior warrior at fourty moons, and looked forward to sleep closer to the deputy's nest, at the center. She couldn't help but wonder if she could be a leader. She wanted to be the deputy for Palestar, the best leader RiverClan ever had. She knew it wouldn't come as easy as training her previous apprentice, but it could give her a better chance at the tryouts.
Other:
N/A
Roleplay Example:
N/A
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Name:
Littlewhisker
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
24 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Queen
Apprentice:
N/A
Love Interest:
Oaktail ;; Adoptable ;; 39 moons
Kin:
Sedgefur, mother, 54 moons, NPC
Grayclaw, father, 59 moons, NPC
Rainflower, sister, 36 moons, NPC
Poppyfeather, sister, 16 moons, NPC
Kestrelpaw, sister, 9 moons, NPC
Rockfur, brother, 23 Moons, NPC
Barkpelt, brother, 16 Moons, NPC
Brownpaw, brother, 9 Moons, Deceased
Volepaw, brother, 9 Moons, NPC
Shrewkit, brother, 9 Moons, Deceased
Birchkit, son, 4 moons, Hedgie
Beechkit, daughter, 4 moons, Ambie
Briarkit, daughter, 4 moons, Syd
Description:
When you see this young she-cat, the first that you suspect if that she is nothing more than an apprentice. Well, she is so much more than just a small warrior. She can fight just as well as any bulky tom, perhaps even better. Her nimbleness makes her have a larger advantage at battles, where she is quick and lithe. She can give any nasty wound, just look at some of the rogues she fought. They bore marks for life, and she caused them.
Aside from her small structure, she has a thin, smoky gray pelt that hangs to the frame of her body. Her head is mostly a rounded oval shape, and her body is slender but long. Around her tail is a claw mark about the size of a mousetail, one that she got from a border dispute. As you go back to her head, you can see the intensity of her blazing amber eyes, almost like a ghostly sight to the average warrior.
Personality:
Proud, somewhat vain, kind, large ego, ready for battle
Well, even her small size doesn't keep her away from her attitude. Littlewhisker tends to have higher expectations toward her Clanmates, and, on occasion, thinks they are completely worthless. Her alter-ego gets in the way of her kits, and she goes out onto the moors more often since her kits don't need her every second of the day any longer.
She does have her softer spots in her heart, when her days are best. If things go her way, she will spend time with her Clanmates, sharing tongues while attending to her kits as well. Even with all her kindness, there is a consequence to those who disagree with her.
She can be ready for battle. Anytime, any place.
Her ferocity never exposes itself until the brink of a battle, where she can show her many warrior skills. Although, until her kits become apprenticed, she is mostly trapped in camp, since there are no other queens to watch her kits. She keeps a close eye on the Clan, and she shall never let anything break that vow.
History:
Aha, the classic tale of how Littlewhisker came into the world of the warriors. Let me take you back...
Winds blew into a young queen, and she slapped her ears against her skull. It was the time of her kitting, and it was longer than it could be. It was long before dawn it started, and now the sun was beginning to set towards the Sun-drown-place. The queen, Sedgefur, accopanied by her mate, Grayclaw, were hoping to pull through.
Before long, two kits were born, a she-cat and a tom.
Icewhisker, the medicine cat, had brought two more kits into WindClan, and Sedgefur was proud of her kits. She had called the tough-looking tom Rockkit, and Grayclaw dubbed the she-kit as Littlekit.
Although, their kithood was kind of strange. Strange in a way of its own, for Grayclaw left his mate to search for another she-cat of his will. As though it was meant to be, Littlekit and Rockkit grew up without knowing their father too well. Littlekit watched the apprentice's den often, staring at the eldest apprentice, Oakpaw. He had a different way of making her laugh, and it seemed like StarClan was watching their every move.
It became time to move to the apprentice's den, and as Littlepaw and Rockpaw moved in, Oaktail was happy enough to mentor the she-cat that stares at him for days at a time. The two were tight as a mentor and apprentice could be, each having their training debutes and hunting assesments. Although, Littlepaw seemed to know more than her mentor thought.
It seemed like only a moon passed, and they both became warriors. They became Rockfur, the now bulky tom, and Littlewhisker, still bound by battle. She did have a heart for Oaktail, and they began planning. Oh, yes.
Planning...[/b] They became mates after a while, and Littlewhisker was due to have her kits. She spent about two moons in the Nursery, not daring to go to Gatherings until her kits were born. Her desicion was clear, and it seemed the kits knew it too. They were born about a half-moon from the beginning of Leaf-fall, where the prey was just about to begin disappearing. Littlewhisker stayed with her kits, safely in the Nursery, where no predator or fierce creature ever dare set foot inside of. Currently, the queen is believing that her kits do not need her as much as beforehand, and she sleeps in the warrior's den most of the time. She does stay faithful to her mate, and hopefully, to her kits for good. Other:An Adoptable, made by Syddie~ Taken by ME. xD Role Play Sample:Time was passing by, as the sun began to set over the moors and towards the sun-drown-place. A pair of blazing amber eyes stared towards the rolling hills, and a small but noticable smirk was on the she-cat's face. " So, I was born when the sun set. How romantic." she chuckled to herself, slanting her eyes to make out the sun's current location. A single wave of heat flowed off the setting light, almost enough to knock her over in suprise. " What the..?" she muttered, making out a single shape on the horizon. It was the size of a badger, yet it was golden. Yes, golden, with long hair. It began barkin- wait, barking?! " Get back, you mutt!" She spat, unsheathing her claws and raking them down the dog's muzzle. It yelped in suprise, then leaped back. It didn't dare take another step, it just... stood there. " Well, aren't you going to run or something?" she taunted, and the dog dropped to its belly and rolled on its back. She tilted her head in suspense. How could a dog know what she was saying? She thought for a second, then flicked her tail. " Follow, worthless phesant." she spat, and the long haired dog followed with no hesitation. Okay, now this was getting too freaky.... [/center][/size][/spoiler] .jpg)
Name:
Graykit, Graypaw, Grayface(if he doesn't die)
Gender:
Tom
Age:
Unborn
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Kit
Kin:
Sleetflower, mother, Syd
Creektail, father, Deceased
...kit, Hedgie
...kit, Ambie
Description:
Tiny, thin, long fur, long tail, amber eyes
Graykit is the smaller type of kit, being the weakest of his family. His body is half the size at birth than his brother and sister, and most thought the little gray kit was going to die. Well, he didn't. He was the healthiest of his siblings, even though he was tiny and lithe. He would be the shining leader of WindClan one day.
His gray tabby pelt is somewhat longer than his siblings, running diagonally from the roots. It is his fur that kept him alive in the early frosts of leaf-bare. His ears are somehow larger than the average kit, as he trips over them easily. Graykit's eyes are still their normal kit-blue, but when he grows a little bit more, they will change to a magnificent amber.
Another key feature to little Graykit is his longer tail. It coils around his chest when he sleeps, protecting the little fur that grows there. The only part of his body that did not have fur was his lower chest, which was odd. He will have the soft kitten fluff there soon, but for now, his tail is his way of survival.
Personality:
Quiet, soft, leader by heart, alone
Graykit is the type to keep to himself, and talking is not a key factor to a way of his. He is never outspoken, and rarely communicates with the other kits in the Nursery. He feels as if he was teased behind his back, though he doesn't enjoy keeping grudges. It wouldn't help once he became leader of WindClan.
He has a tendancy to ignore the rough and cruel ways of the few kits in the Nursery, who rarely let him play along the simple games. He speaks with authority, as if he doesn't know he was a kit at all. He admires Fernstar's way of running her Clan, and strives to be just like her.
He often feels abandoned, for he never knew his father, Creektail, and Sleetflower didn't seem to like him at all. He mostly sleeps, only playing from sunhigh to early dusk. He travels to the fresh-kill pile to admire the many rabbits, and he seems to keep track of the fur colorations.
History:
Other:
Apprentice picture~
Possible Warrior picture
Roleplay Example:
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Name:
Icewhisker
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
59 moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank:
Medicine Cat
Apprentice:
N/A
Love Interest:
Forbidden
Kin:
Zelfric, father, loner; former kittypet
Ash-heart, mother, NPC
Description:
Icewhisker seems to be a medium-sized she-cat, but she is has a thin frame, just a little more fur than the average WindClan warrior. From her father, she received the blood of a mixed kittypet. Her body is patched with white all over her. Her eyes are extremely light and icy blue. Her fur is course and thick, running vertically instead of diagonally. Her whiskers are long and fine, like thin white claws in leaf-bare. Her nose seems like a dark and frozen sense, but truth be told, it was naturally that coloration.
Personality:
She can sense very slight objects, and turn to snap at them. Yeah, she is extremely temper mental toward her Clanmates, and when she receives her apprentice, the young cat better watch his or her back. She tends to be very tense in difficult situations, like when she helps heal her Clanmates. Pressure absorbs in her mind, and she takes it out on older warriors, mostly toms. She is the type that would never like any tom, no matter her rank.
She has a sweeter side, mostly from her old kittypet father's nature. She resents her behavior towards kits, extremely soft and kind, and becomes sour as a grape afterwards. She loves herbs and all their uses, for they help the Clan on the moors from deadly diseases.
Another side most cats cannot see is the fact she enjoys being alone. To her mind, she has been alone in the medicine clearing since she was a recently made, full medicine cat. That was a while ago, and ever since then, she has been alone. She does not seem to care about the healthy, uninjured cats, sharing rabbits by the fresh kill pile. No, she enjoys fetching a piece of prey, then returning to her supplies.
History:
Lil' Icewhisker was not born as a pure-blood Clan warrior, but as the only kit of Ashheart and Zelfric, a she-cat warrior and loner, a former kittypet from the mountains. She was named Ice at birth for her mostly white pelt, even though she had gray spots all over her body and face. Her mother and father raised her for a moon, when her father died from an enemy warrior in ThunderClan. Ice was heartbroken, barely knowing Zelfric's care for the young kit.
Ashheart brought her to WindClan soon after, and the Clan was perplexed. They knew that the she-cat warrior carried kits, but they didn't know that she delivered already. She was brought into the Clan as Icekit, even though she had light gray and white pelt. She grew up knowing very few cats, since none bothered speaking to the previous rogue.
The day came, and she had a choice to her apprenticeship. Go off in the deep mysteries of a medicine cat, or to become a warrior. She had a tough time sleeping, but in the early mist of dawn, she chose the path of herbs. She was named Icepaw, and was apprenticed to Blueberry, a dark blue-gray she-cat who was sweet and nurturing. Conflict occurred between the two, but no one thought anything of it. Blueberry had her way of doing things, and so did Icepaw. In training, her mentor's softness got in the way, and she had to do something. Something to make the medicine cat more aggressive.
Hatred flared even worse towards Blueberry for falling deeply in love with a tom, Blacktooth. Only Icepaw knew about her secret, and threatened her to stop seeing him at night or she would tell the Clan. They argued strongly, and she faked a plea for her to stop.
Blueberry didn't stop, and soon she was carrying his kits.
Icepaw was furious, more than that, in pure rage. She argued with the medicine cat that the whole Clan would know soon, and the dark gray she-cat agreed. At the next half-moon, she gave Icepaw her full name, Icewhisker. Her attitude towards her was deeply covered, and pretended to enjoy that night.
The next day, Blueberry announced she was having Blacktooth's kits, and decided to abandon her medicine cat duties for good. Icewhisker was given the burden of being the sole medicine cat at an early age, and she was mostly ticked off. She delivered Blueberry's kits with ease, and many more litters after that. She was still haunted by her history of being half kittypet, but she showed WindClan that she was loyal to the bone.
Other:
Timeline:
59 moons ago: Ice was born
58 moons ago: Zelfric dies, Ice brought to WindClan
53 moons ago: Icekit become medicine cat apprentice
45 moons ago: Blueberry falls in love with Blacktooth
40 moons ago: Icepaw becomes Icewhisker; Blueberry retires to become a queen
Currently: Icewhisker is only medicine cat of WindClan
Song:
Take a Bow, by Rihanna
Roleplay Example:
The night was extremely dark and hollow to a certain she-cat's senses, as she could tell by the snoring and padding towards the dens as dawn was coming on strong. She had to act fast, and as she stepped out of the entrance, she could tell that her mentor followed these very steps. Another scent was mingled with the medicine cat's. Blacktooth! Icepaw thought, her neck fur bristling.
Her mentor was seeing him again! That two-timing traitor to WindClan!
She kept up the pace through the moors, scenting a few rabbits, muffled with blood. What was happening? She began to dash with the WindClan blood flowing inside, and heard yowls for help.
"Someone! Blacktooth is hurt!" she heard, and Icepaw was at the top of the hills, and the salty scent overwhelmed her greatly. "Coming Blueberry!" she called, and dashed down the slope.
Oh, StarClan! Please don't tell me I'm too late! she thought, as the red liquid seemed to lap at her paws.
[/size][/spoiler] Name:
Thistleheart
Gender:
Tom
Age:
Twenty-one moons
Clan:
WindClan
Rank: [/u]
Warrior
Apprentice:
None at the moment~
Mate/Crush:[/u]
Mate? No. Crush? Dawnstorm-NPC No...
Kin:
Riverice; Mother; NPC
Timberface; Father; NPC
Elmtail; Brother; NPC
Littlestep; Brother; NPC
Description:[/u]
Small, thin, light brown fur, yellow-green eyes, scarred
With a single glance at young Thistleheart, you can tell he's not
very ordinary in appearence at all. One guess could be his fur,
which seems to be a light brown, or the other could be his small
size. Yes, those are pretty ordinary for a cat. Nothing too out of
the normal range. Yet, the one thing that does not make him
normal, it must be the scars on his back.
To his build, you can see that he is fairly scrawny, though he
does have a little bit of muscle on his thin bones. His legs are
average of the measurement, though his body is a bit small,
being the same length his legs are. His head is rounded much
like an egg's, with a small point under his chin.
To the different shades of Thistleheart's pelt, there is a mixture
between a dark earthy brown and a thicker shade of tan, coming
to a splash of white around his muzzle and darker brown eartips.
A medium shade of brown makes up his tabby stripes, and a
mixture of whites and browns in the ruffled neck-fur area in front
of his throat is seen. With a serious as all heck expression in his
bright green-yellow gaze, he can be quite intimidating.
Well, not really.
Extraordinary doesn't really suit Thistleheart well. Yet, if one
turns to his battle scars, be warned. They are all over his body,
though most are on his back. Right on his spine, pretty much. As
an apprentice, he recieved those deep markings in a mock fight
that turned to be almost deadly. With the result, you have an
almost-dead apprentice. Another small mark is on his cheek, one
that Dawnstorm had left when he confessed his admiration for
her. Turns out she definatly wasn't interested.
Personality:
Naive, serious introvert, tends to be a pushover,
trusting, can be in a heavy depression
Thistleheart tends to have a different look on life, one that could
end his life, or one that could enhance it. Being naive, he does
not seem to really understand the simple things in life. He tends
to work things at a more challenging pace or structure, such as
his hunting techniques and other everyday usage.
Another thing to him is his serious expressions that come out
mostly when he is hiding something. Much like secrets, he cannot
hide them from Flamewing, since he pretty much known him since
birth. He introverts his feelings, not letting them out unless he
knows that it is the right time for them, which it never really is.
One more thing that only a few cats know of, mostly Flamewing
and his siblings, is that he is a complete pushover. He does not
really mind being taken advantage over, but if it's the 'terrible
trio', he will definatly stand up for himself, even with the ginger
tom helping him with that.
A downfall of his is that he can be too trusting to a cat. He
trusted Dawnstorm with his heart, and she fractured it in two,
therefore destroying his spirit. He tends to not trust that many
nowadays, mostly just his brothers and Flamewing is the three
he can go to for comfort. Especially after being hurt once again
by the trio.
Depression hits, and it hurts terribly after a while. Thistleheart's
spirit was crushed by the one he loved, and he occassionally
mopes around the camp, though it isn't very often. He doesn't
want to show any type of weakness to his Clan, or that could be
most death-like. He confesses his problems to Flamewing, even
though he may not care less, but more or less, he does it. Poor
little Thistleheart. Be strong.
History:[/u]
Before
It was love that blossomed between the two young warriors
Riverice and Timberface. They had known each other since they
were measly little kits, and had trained together to become the
warriors they are. Thus, it was no suprise when the she-cat had
announced that she was to have kits, well, their kits. It seemed
to be a coincidence that Riverice's best friend was also having
kits at the same time as her. With this, the two spend their
pregnency in the Nursery, being as close as two friends were.
Kithood
[/b] A cold, brittle leaf-fall was well under way to give in to leaf-bare, but before that could happen, a kitting had to happen. It was Riverice's litter being born, with the medicine cat tending to her and her mate fetching whatever supplies were needed. It was just after Sunhigh when the trio of toms made their way into the world. Their pelts were all shades of brown, each with small tabby marking of their mother. There were three other kits in the Nursery at that time as well. It was the two-moon old kits, Nettlekit, Dawnkit, and Larkkit. They took no interest in the new nestmates, and continued to converse with one another, quietly at that. It was close to about eight more nightfalls before Riverice's friend had her kit, a small, light ginger tom. Yet, the kitting was harsher than expected, as it took a heavy toll on the queen, ending her life quickly. The tabby queen took in the ginger tom, since he was without a mother now, and named him Flamekit for his fire- shaded fur. Instantly, Thistlekit broke away from his brothers and curled up next to the new arrival, a small squeak of pleasure coming from his jaws. When Thistlekit first opened his eyes, it was dark and shadow- like. His vision was blurred, and everything was just a rounded, fuzzy shape. He couldn't see anything past his two brothers' bodies, except for one thing. The she-cat, Dawnkit, was staring at him, her gaze sharper than flint. She even had a snarl as her expression, which scared the heck out of him. He crawled back next to Flamekit, trying to go back to sleep. "Everything's so... scary," He had whimpered to his mother after Sunhigh, with his brothers playing with one another. "Well, I mean," He lowered his voice to a tiny whisper, only to be heard by his mother, "mostly just the older kits..." He was extremely scared of them, no doubt on that, but why did they have to travel as a /pack/? At last, Flamekit opened his eyes to what was around him, with Thistlekit standing right in front of him. Yet, this had slightly scared the brown kit. With a small shriek, he stumbled backward, landing in the nest behind him, moss covering him from head to tail tip. A small kit-like laugh erupted around him, and it sounded so... feminine-like. He turned over to where Dawnkit sat, but she wasn't even looking at him. He rose back up to his paws and stared, bewildered, at the ginger kit. Yet, when he spoke, it really /was/ feminine to his ears. " Ha ha!~ Like, what are you
so scared about?" The voice rung in his ears, which were hot with embaressment by that moment. " S-Scared? I wasn't
scared!" He countered, backing away a few steps, then pouncing on the ginger tom. Perhaps the day he saw the older kits become apprentices was the best day of his life. He was finally free! Yet, as the Clan cheered on in mock-excitement for the three apprentices, it must have been Thistlekit that shouted out the she-cat's name the loudest. " Dawnpaw!~ Dawnpaw!~" He called out, though the apprentice just glared sharply at him. He stopped shouting out, heck, he stopped speaking, and backed away toward his mother. Apprenticeship[/b] Following the same steps into becoming an apprentice was quite difficult for the now-named Thistlepaw. His siblings, Elmpaw and Littlepaw, took no true notice, but he did. Flamekit also became an apprentice at the same time, which both annoyed and gave joy to him. He was given the silver tabby tom, Ripplefang, as a mentor to him. As the Clan cheered on the four new apprentices, the other three were quiet, not even bothering about the festivities. It started out smoothly, for that day, he saw a few of the borders. The Thunderpath mostly, and it reeked of the monster stink. Just what /was/ that? As he turned in for the night, he tried picking a nest near Dawnpaw, but her brother, Nettlepaw, told him it wasn't a good idea. Taking this advice, he turned toward where Flamepaw was resting. His friend had a worried expression, which confused him. Then, the ginger tom spoke in a somewhat serious manner. " Like, Thistlepaw, I worry about you sometimes. Could you
totally promise me that we will be friends, no matter what?" The ginger tom's voice rang in his ears, and he was confused again. Yet, he was honest in his choice of words. " Of course
Flamepaw. That's what best friends are for," He replied, and with that said, they both drifted off into sleep. ~.~.~ A heat wave was beating down on the growing, ten moon old apprentices Thistlepaw and Flamepaw. Directly in front of them were the eldest apprentices, each getting ready for their warrior assesment. His gaze drifted to Dawnpaw and Larkpaw, for they seemed to be... serious. Far too serious for his liking. A voice rang in his ear, telling him to step forward. It was Ripplefang who told him to do it. Dawnpaw was also called forth, her gaze seeming to tear at him like claws. He was nervous as all heck, not sure if this was a mock or real battle. As the mentors' count of three, Thistlepaw leapt at the older she- cat's side, placing a firm paw on her flank. She whipped her head around at him, boxing his ears. That hurt, but at least she wan't drawing any blood from them. So it was a mock fight. Perfect. Catching her off guard, he barreled into her side, sending her off her paws and onto the ground. He placed a paw on her shoulder as she used her hind legs to kick at him, though he seemed to be winning this time. Hehehe... His victory, however, was short lived, for it was only a matter of five seconds before he was knocked off his own paws by none other than Larkpaw. "What are you-" He broke off, a wail of agony coming from his mouth. The older apprentice was tearing his claws into his back, just as though he was in battle. A small cry from Flamepaw erupted as he charged at the larger apprentice, but he fell backward as he hit Larkpaw. Ripplefang began to intervine, taking the larger tom off of his apprentice. He carefully sunk his teeth lightly into Thistlepaw's scruff, then dragged him back to the camp, sorrow on his face. When he awoke, he was in the medicine cat's den, his vision blurred quiet terribly. Yet, he could just make out the scent of his friend right in front of him, peering down at him. " Like, are you
okay?" A worried tone carried on his words, causing Thistlepaw to back up a few steps, hitting the wall of the den. " I'm f-fine. What happened?" He returned in his reply, laying on the floor again. It was terrible, the pain was beginning to take a major toll on him. Turns out that Larkpaw attacked him right after his hollow victory with Dawnpaw. He must have thought it was a real battle or something, but because of this, he ended up staying as an apprentice until he got better, which wasn't for another moon and a half later on. Yet, when he did get his warrior name, along with his siblings, they were named Dawnstorm, Nettlefang, and Larkflight. They had celebrated, for they were finally out of their den, but they knew it wouldn't be for long. Warriorhood[/i] At long last, a few moons after their 'friends' moved out of the apprentice's den, it was time for them to move out as well. As the leader announced the ceremony, Elmpaw, Littlepaw, Flamepaw, and Thistlepaw, still weak from his back aching, all stepped forward. In turn, they were dubbed as Elmtail, Littlestep, Flamewing, and lastly, Thistleheart. The cheer from the Clan was real, unlike for the other newest warriors, and it actually made him feel happy. One night, as the moon was shining it's sliver of a claw, he had asked Dawnstorm to come with him into the pine forest. He wanted to talk, but he wasn't sure how to place it. Finally, she asked what he wanted, and he said it. " Dawnstorm... I love
you. Much more than anything this world can give me. I just
cannot li-" He broke off as the she-cat's paw hit his cheek hard, blowing him off his balance. " Thistleheart, I have eyes for
my brother, and him only," She had turned away, stalking back into the camp. W-What just happened here? He wondered about it that night, and he was just plain shocked. Things change after a while, or so they seem. He became closer than he had ever realized with Flamewing, and the two shared practically everything and anything. It would be almost as if they, themselves, were in some sort of romance. That wouldn't happen though, would it? [/center] Role Play Sample:[/b]
Rawr.
Other:[/u]
My little Lithuania cat~
Banner;;
...
Song;;
~Dirty Little Secret~
When we live such fragile lives
Its the best way we survive
I go around a time or two
Just to waste my time with you
Tell me all that you've thrown away
Find out games you don't wanna play
You're the only one that needs to know~
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