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Posted 2021-04-14 06:50:17
@Celestial, Eveningpaw is accepted! Glad to see you here :D! |
 katastrophic #12334 |
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Posted 2021-04-14 08:06:29
« BASICS » Likes - Colder weather, snow, rabbits, wrens, nighttime |
katastrophic #12334 |
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Posted 2021-04-14 09:54:43 (edited)
Name - Boulderpaw Uncles: Leafstar (living), Magpieflutter (NPC) Aunts: Hootsong (NPC), Petalnose (NPC) While perhaps not the most social of creatures, Boulderpaw makes his presence known. When something is on his mind, he is quite bold and straight-to-the-point, never the type to lay things down with a bunch of sugar coating. If you want the facts, and you want them straight, go to Boulderpaw. Of course, this means you'll still hear it from regardless of whether you want it or not. He seems fearless in the way in which he acts, although this trait has become obnoxious and turned into a sort of "disobedience" streak. He prefers to do as he feels, not necessarily what he's told. The tom follows his heart, not your nagging orders. Boulderpaw is hardworking and resourceful towards whatever he's willing to accomplish, but he's still confidential when it comes to these matters. His business is his own, and he'll ensure that it's kept that way. Of course, this makes him not the most friendly of faces, but he's capable of being a devoted, die-hard friend. He's more intelligent than he looks, although he can still be rash and get himself into a ton of trouble when he's feeling frustrated. Yet, he somehow always finds his way out of it...not because he's charismatic (he's far too brash to be charming), but he's resourceful and surprisingly cunning.
Towards the end of her pregnancy, she met another tom, this one from PeakClan. He was very kind towards her. But through her grief, she wrongfully placed her romantic feelings in the tom, using him as a stepping stone to get over the death of Frogjump. He thought that the kittens were hers, and asked to keep one of them for himself. Monarchflutter wanted to explain the situation to him, but couldn't find the words. So she simply handed over her only daughter, Stormkit, in hopes that he could give her a good life. She couldn't bring herself to break his heart by admitting that the kittens were from another cross-clan relationship. Monarchflutter got into contact with Leafstar some moons later, when her kittens were apprentice-aged. She explained that their true father was Frogjump, and that Leafstar was therefore his uncle. He needed to do everything in his power to protect them as a result. The fact only brought Leafstar frustration. It was just another secret to keep from his clan. Boulderkit grew up very attached to his mother. It was a moon after his apprenticeship that the she-cat died in battle, causing the tom to develop somewhat of a rebellious streak. He became reclusive, more independent, and especially sharp-tongued towards his clanmates. All he had left was his sister, Stormpaw, far away in PeakClan. The two met with each other from time to time, when Monarchflutter and their secret step-father met at the border. He loved his sister. He is now desperate to convince her to join LakeClan, so the two can remain safe and can avoid the chance of having to fight one and another. Nonetheless, Stormpaw has remained torn, with a strong sense of loyalty also belonging to her clan. For now, their relationship as brother-and-sister is kept secret, for the sake of preserving the dignity of their family, but also in order to keep Stormpaw safe.
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 20mia08 #18414 |
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Posted 2021-04-14 10:12:41
@Mia, Boulderpaw is accepted! I love the history between him and his sister! |
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Posted 2021-04-14 10:22:40 (edited)
Reserving to edit <3 [ WIP ]
« BASICS » Frostmaw is a very kind cat and can always lend an ear to anyone. Many others see him as naive, but he is quite the opposite. Frostmaw is able to judge a cat's character very well and is often correct to what type of cat they are. He also has a keen eye for enemies and can pinpoint their location with just the slightest of their tail moving or the smallest breath. Being alone for the majority of his life, he learned that having friends made way for the hole in his heart where his parents used to be. He is very logical and can think quickly and on his feet. He can make quick battle plans and execute them with ease. Because of his critical thinking and logical way of things, he finds it hard to express empathy and struggles with explaining how he feels to others. ++: Kind, Mindful, Intelligent History - [Kithood] Frostkit and his siblings were born during an extremely harsh winter to Dapplefang, and her secret lover, Snowy. Dapplefang and Snowy’s relationship was always a struggle, and even more so when Dapplefang became with kits. Everyone around Pineclan always tried to pry and ask who the father was, but as she was not obligated to tell, she never did, which made her an unfavorite of sorts, especially in the nursery. The other Queens would treat her differently, but they treated her kits as if they were their own. Many of the queens thought that Dapplefang was unfit to be a mother, and that she was a dishonest cat. Often, when Dapplefang was sleeping, the other Queens would nurse and play with Frostkit and his siblings. Frostkit never really strayed from his mother’s side, even when she was asleep and other kits were playing in the nursery. His siblings, especially Icekit, were always trying to get him to play, but he rarely budged. Icekit stopped playing with Pebblekit and Hawkkit so she could spend time with Frostkit. Icekit got along extremely well with Frostkit. The two always loved [and still love] talking about why things are the way they are. Their siblings were more on the mischievous side, and often teased the other kits for various reasons. Frostkit was never shy, unlike Icekit, and so he stood up for himself, his sister, and anyone else Pebblekit and Hawkkit decided to pick on. “That’s why your fur is dull and boring!”, mewed Pebblekit “Y-yea!!”, stuttered Hawkkit, lashing his tail behind him. “Well at least I won’t get swooped up by a hawk then”, sneered Frostkit [Apprenticeship] By the time Frostkit and his siblings were old enough to become apprentices, it might’ve been the only time they all got along. It seemed Pebblekit and Hawkkit were too busy bragging and too excited to be picking on Frostkit and Icekit. On their 6th moon in this world, a naming ceremony was held for them. They were no longer kits, they were now Frostpaw, Icepaw, Pebblepaw, and Hawkpaw. They all received their mentors, Frostpaw was especially excited for his mentor, Rosewhisker. Rosewhisker was the best strategic hunter and fighter. She always took in her surroundings before attacking and was never irrational. Frostpaw liked this about her. Rosewhisker also had extremely toned, and keen, senses. Their clanmates said she could sense a cat [or other animal] even if they just slightly twitched a whisker, [plus, she smelt of florals] hence her name, Rosewhisker. Frostpaw was a perfect match with his mentor. They even spent a lot of time outside of training together, talking about how to heighten the apprentice’s senses, the best areas to catch prey, and stories of Rosewhisker’s encounters with enemy cats. Rosewhisker had a very intense training program set for Frostpaw, and she expected the best for him. Every day before the sun had a chance to show itself, the two cats were out of the territory. They brought back significant amounts of food together [ Frostpaw usually caught a plump mouse or two ] and they were often seen, or heard, tussling with each other. Rosewhisker was very intent on getting Frostpaw to the best he could be. Occasionally, they were caught sitting in a tree or on a high rock, meditating. Rosewhisker always reiterated how you need to find yourself before your senses can open completely to its best potential. Rosewhisker was not prone to letting Frostpaw train with the other adolescents until she was sure he would win every battle he came across, so they trained extensively for 3 moons straight until Rosewhisker finally allowed Frostpaw to tussle with the other apprentices. The first apprentice he was assigned to train with was his sister, Icepaw. With a little bit of an apology muttered, he pinned his sister quite easily. Sagetail, Icepaw’s mentor, glared and sneered at Rosewhisker, but the intelligent female simply grinned at him. Frostpaw trained with the other apprentices more over the following 3 moons, but Rosewhisker was not lessening the adolescent’s training. Frostpaw was often tired, but he wanted to be good, no, he wanted to be the best of the cats his age, and he would do anything to reach that point. Frostpaw grew quite large, larger than the average cat his age, and was nearly as large as his mentor now. His size made it easier to overcome his opponents. Not only did his size change, though, but his senses were also growing at a rapid rate. Rosewhisker thanked the daily meditations for that, and so did Frostpaw. He was now nearly 10 moons, and Rosewhisker was impressed by her apprentice. His mentor finally eased up on her training sessions with him, as long as he promised to meditate daily and focus on growth, not staying the same, no matter how good he was. The last 2 moons of his apprenticeship were spent with daily meditations and extensive amounts of time dedicated to hunting. At 12 moons, Rosewhisker decided he was ready to take his test. She sent him off to the waterfall and instructed him to hunt along the water but to not cross the border of Pineclan to Lakeclan. Frostpaw listened and hunted 3 medium-sized bass and a water vole that happened to show itself. Upon returning, Rosewhisker was waiting at the cave’s mouth, smiling and purring, flicking the tip of her tail in delight. “A good job, I’d say”, Rosewhisker purred “Thank you, Rosewhisker”, Frostpaw responded “...with Frostpaw successfully passing his test, he is now known as Frostmaw” [Warriorship] At 12 moons, after Frostpaw passed his test, he became Frostmaw, for his ferocious bite and sharp tongue, and not to mention his pelt that appeared to be frosted over. Icepaw became Icespot, due to her uncanny eyesight, allowing her to be able to spot a thing, cat, or other animals from extreme amounts of distance. Pebblepaw and Hawkpaw stayed apprentices for 2 more months, as most of their training was spent messing around and bragging. Those two were upset and embarrassed at Frostmaw and Icespot’s naming ceremony, and even tried to ruin their vigil that night. Frostmaw and Icespot both took their vigil extremely seriously. Neither dared to even breathe too loudly or make anything noticeable. Once dawn had broken, they nuzzle each other and parted ways to get assigned their duties with a “Congratulations”. Spending 7 moons as a warrior really opened his eyes to the clan life. He still meditated daily, but he also made time to converse with clanmates, play with kits, and aid the elders whenever he could. Nearing 19 moons, Peakclan’s deputy deceased. The clan was in a state of grief, and the older warriors were not keen to even want the position of deputy - they couldn’t imagine taking the place of their old clanmate. So Robinstar announced a meeting, stating that Frostmaw would be the next deputy. Frostmaw was taken aback, but he could not refuse the wishes of his leader, and so started his Deputyship. "I know, we are all filled with the deepest emotion of sad, but I will not refuse the wishes of Robinstar, and I plan to do the absolute best I can, no matter the circumstance", Frostmaw mewed Likes -Flowers, Being social, Swimming, Climbing, Meditating « OTHER » Scent - That of an ocean's breeze; fresh, cool Voice - very gentle and soothing, yet firm and strongWhy I chose the theme song - I don't think it's any secret that everyone has some considerable demons that come in the form of mental illness and the extreme difficulty one has with maintaining meaningful relationships while simultaneously combating said aforementioned demons. I believe this song is about this very real struggle. The melancholy lyrics with the upbeat music, to me, represent what it's like to be in love with somebody and revel in said love, while also doing your utmost to suppress the crippling fear and anxiety of losing said love due to the knowledge that said anxiety and fear is a self-fulfilling prophecy. |
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Posted 2021-04-14 10:23:22 (edited)
Name - Stormpaw Uncles: Leafstar (living), Magpieflutter (NPC) Aunts: Hootsong (NPC), Petalnose (NPC) Step-father: Hollowshade (living; adoptable) Stormpaw seemed to be the polar opposite of her littermate, with her polite personality and screaming patriotism towards her clan and the warrior code. She struggles to grasp how her mother was willing to break the code over a romantic interest, but is nonetheless gullible and puts far too much faith in the words of others. She's dependent on those around her, somewhat clingy towards her clanmates and brother and not willing to share them with others. That being said, this is partially because Stormpaw struggles to make decisions on her own. She puts too much thought into everyday actions and decisions, causing her to overthinking and eventually break down. Consequently, she turns to others to make decisions for her. It doesn't help being strongly moralistic in the middle of a battle. Although this makes her a pure and good-natured cat, it puts a giant target on the apprentice's back in war. Despite her frustrations, Stormpaw always minds her manners with her clanmates: she follows the code, she does as she's told, and she respects others around her. She is especially humble towards the authority in PeakClan, and can always be counted on to pull her weight in a task (so long as it doesn't require decision-making).
Towards the end of her pregnancy, she met another tom, this one from PeakClan. He was very kind towards her. But through her grief, she wrongfully placed her romantic feelings in the tom, using him as a stepping stone to get over the death of Frogjump. He thought that the kittens were hers, and asked to keep one of them for himself. Monarchflutter wanted to explain the situation to him, but couldn't find the words. So she simply handed over her only daughter, Stormkit, in hopes that he could give her a good life. She couldn't bring herself to break his heart by admitting that the kittens were from another cross-clan relationship. Monarchflutter got into contact with Leafstar some moons later, when her kittens were apprentice-aged. She explained that their true father was Frogjump, and that Leafstar was therefore his uncle. He needed to do everything in his power to protect them as a result. The fact only brought Leafstar frustration. It was just another secret to keep from his clan. Stormkit was spoiled by her foster father, who thought the kitten was his own. Adjusting to a new clan took her some time, but before long, she loved all of PeakClan as if she had been born into it. When she met her mother at the border, however, she wasn't particularly happy. She hit it off with Boulderpaw immediately and developed a powerful bond with her brother, but she doubted Monarchflutter for breaking the code. She found it hard to form an attachment with the queen. When Boulderpaw begged her to join LakeClan so that he could better protect her and avoid having to face her in war, Stormpaw found herself being split. She loved her brother dearly, but her loyalty and devotion rested in PeakClan. They were her family, too, and she couldn't just outright leave them. For now, she has rejected her brother's offer, and remains loyal to her clan. She has a surprisingly strong relationship with her step-father, although she has found it hard to face him recently due to her recent discovery that he is not her blood-father: Frogjump was.
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Posted 2021-04-14 10:25:15 (edited)
« BASICS » Name - Roughthroat
There was a good reason Roughthroat was named deputy of Lakeclan. In kithood his rambunctious nature was well-known to his clanmates, and while it was often misunderstood as needless aggression or hyperactivity, it was simply out of an excitement to fight for his clan. Everything Roughthroat does is for the benefit of his clan and clanmates: not a thought or action passes without critical consideration, and his experience has allowed him to make decisions quickly in difficult situations. When it comes to daily life, Roughthroat has been considered blunt and a bit aggressive, his tone-deafness sometimes creating a poor conversational partner out of him, but very few cats can match his determination and willingness to do what needs to be done. Roughthroat holds little regard for the other two clans, especially Peakclan, and seems to almost look for reasons to challenge them. When it comes to inter-clan relationships, however, he is caring and devoted to taking care of them, though he isn't quick to say so.
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 𝐃σ𝐂 #23429 |
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Posted 2021-04-14 10:30:58
« BASICS » She has long and gangly legs, making her a rather tall warrior. She has a very fluffy scruff, cheeks, and tail, but the rest of her body has short fur. Her frame is also rather skinny and this, accompanied by her long legs, makes her a swift feline.
//: She can be rather shy, timid to start interactions, but is somewhat talkative if someone takes the iniative and speaks to her. --: She can be quite cowardly when it comes to fights. Her phobia of blood doesn't exactly help in battles, either. If something irks her, she won't hesitate to start a squabble - even if it is at the gathering - but if she recieves too much criticism or backlash, she may stand down. Additionally, she may be the bigger person and end it, even if she was the one who started it...
Her mother never lived to see her warrior ceremony, and died without Ivypaw ever knowing who her father was. Petalspots, although strong-willed, passed due to an outbreak in sickness. A strong believer in Starclan, Ivypaw did grieve, albeit not much. She knew her mother was up there, watching down on her, and she didn't allow emotions to interfere with her upcoming assessment. Every night, she gazes up at Silverpelt, and looks for a bright star far away from the moon. It brings her comfort to think of it as her mother, standing out even in the night sky. As much as she tried, she could never match her mothers energy or confidence. A few days after her mother's passing, Ivypaw wandered the territory at night without the knowledge of anyone in the clan. In truth, she was seeking her father, but would deny anyone who would question her. Deep down she was mourning the relationship she lost with her mother, and hoped to rekindle something similar with him if she found him. She was caught, and punished with the delayment of her ceremony. Ivypaw quickly learned not to do this again. Now Ivycry, named after the prominent tear-like markings around her eyes, wanted nothing to do with her father. With advice and guidance from more older warriors, she understood there was no point. If her father truly cared about her mother, or any potential kits he had with her, he would have shown up by now. It was a tough herb to swallow. Now, Ivycry is a somewhat more experienced warrior, however often feels like her opinions aren't relevant or important to others as she is a more younger warrior. This won't stop her from occasionally speaking out, however. She will just feel very insecure and might back out.
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 Ren #1314 |
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Posted 2021-04-14 10:38:15
@Mia, Stormpaw is accepted as well! @Ren, Ivycry is accepted!! |
katastrophic #12334 |
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Posted 2021-04-14 17:29:49 (edited)
SIGN-UP SHEET WIP « BASICS » Orientation - Bisexual, Prefers She-cats.
As a kit, the Tom spent his days roughhousing with his denmates. They have always felt like family to him, that's why he's so sensitive to death. When some of his friends died, and his mom, he promised he would never forget their names, neither would his family. But when he was just a kit, those things didn't come to mind. His paw-full of a kithood was very challenging for the queens in the nursery. By the time Lynxkit became a paw, he'd already thought of hunting and fighting tactics. He was very determined to prove himself to his clan, but he'd boast a little to much to the apprentices he didn't like so much. His first battle he fought was won and his reputation in the clan as very high, but, in a good way. Many of the younger apprentices came to Lynxpaw for tips and tricks for their training. But one day he found out that the cat who he thought was his mother, who he thought was his own kin, was not. He figured out that his real mom had died while she was giving birth to him. And that his father was a loner. Furious, the Tom decided to run away from Peakclan for a day. So his thoughts and mind would be cleared. He left to the other side of the peaks, it was a long way from camp. He stayed there and hunted and drank to water from the large waterfall. But finally he decided to head back to camp. But on his way there he was attacked by a badger. His friend Lilypaw had heard his yowls and came to his aid. Lynxpaw had always had a crush on he mottled female, and he thought that he could finally confess. But even though she fought as if all of Starclan, and even more, she still died that day. Pain and sorrow filled his whole walk as he dragged himself, and her body back to camp. Robinstar was furious, but could understand him. At least he hopped she did. Due to his "escape", Lynxpaw had to stay in camp and care for the elders. And he hated every second of it. His warrior ceremony was going to be in a moon, he couldn't be hanging around in camp, doing nothing! But he remembered what his mentor had said, "A good warrior cares and protects all his clanmates; from a newborn kit, to the oldest elder." He kept saying her words over and over again in his mind whilst he took ticks off the elders. Finally, Lyanpaw got to leave to cave and hunt and fight again. Calmbreeze, who is his mentor, was just as exited as him. They both hunted and brought back lots of prey. As the chill of Leaf-bare put their prey into the burrows, hunting became harder. But he knew he was going to feed his clan. As Lynxpaw crouched down low, with his mentor and two more warriors behind him, to pounce onto a fat rabbit, a patrol of Oakclan trampled into their land. At their sight his friend, Omenpaw, raced to get more warriors. And Lynxpaw leaped into battle. He was given a notched ear by the Oakclan deputy. A new battle scar to show his "enemy" Yarrowpaw that he had received at a battle he wasn't in. He fought as if all of Loinclan. And as Omenpaw brought back more warriors, Peakclan sent Oakclan squealing into the bushes like a kit, at least, that's how he told the story. Now he stood under the Meetingrock, waiting for Robinstar to make him a warrior.
Dislikes - Lynxpaw dislikes being alone for to long, he also doesn't enjoy death nor serious injuries; even though he thinks they are a fact of life. - - - - - |
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