Starless Sky [Character Sheets]
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Starless Sky [Character Sheets]
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Posted 2022-09-23 16:44:19 (edited)
**DIRECTORY** Roleplay Page | Character Sheets | OOC Thread Character Creation Rules:-One high rank per user. -One outsider per user. -We're only allowing ONE "mutated" cat per user. -We are NOT accepting "hybrids" (Savannah, caracat, etc) or big cats (lynx, serval, etc). ** Bengals are the only exception, specifically because their pattern is very popular among people. -Characters need a MINIMUM of two positive traits, one neutral, and two negative traits. These must be actual personality traits! "Swift" or "strong" are not personality traits- they're physical. -Characters cannot roleplay until they are approved. -High rank is not a first come, first served basis. If your application looks suitable, I'll approve you. -Characters must be semi-realistic. No neon purple cats, no cats with powers. No demon cats. Cats with unique patterns or somewhat "hued" colors are 100% welcomed. -Rules are always subject to modification. Open Limited RanksOnce again: this is not first come, first served. Your character must be suitable, you must be active, and you must have good literacy. - x2 Royals [cousins of the Seer, Oleander] - x2 Scouts - Novices are CLOSED! - x2 Guardians [must be a partnership] - x2 Sun's Garden Kits Character Form:Name: Age: Rank: Gender: [include pronouns] Orientation: [optional] Physical Description: Personality: [two positive, one neutral, two negative personality traits at a MINIMUM] History: [can be brief or point form] Family: [optional] Other: Official NPC/historical character list |
 20mia08 #18414 |
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Posted 2022-09-23 17:54:47 (edited)
 source Name: Applestar Age: 39 moons Rank: Leader [4/9] Gender: Tom [he/him] Orientation: Demiromantic pansexual Physical Description: Applestar is a tall tom with an athletic build- one might mistake him for a WindClan descendant and forget that he has an ounce of kittypet blood at first glance. The tom has a broad and deep chest and a surprisingly powerful set of lungs (despite how soft-spoken he is) that provide him with excellent endurance. On his long legs, he can move gracefully and with purpose, something like a prowling lion. He has high cheekbones, pointed ears with small feathers, and a pair of large, blue-green eyes. Overall, he looks like a lean fighting machine. The warrior has short and sleek fur that is quite dense, which is helpful when he needs to stay warm in the wilderness. Applestar is a red mackerel tabby with a golden hue, which seems to be his namesake. He has a minimal amount of white spotting, most notorious being the small white dash on his throat. StormClan's leader lacks any major scarring for the time being, despite being a leader with less than half of his lives left. He does, however, have an adorable bright pink nose that seems to flare when he's stressed or embarrassed. Personality: +++ Considerate, gentle, social // Ambitious, emotional --- Impulsive, disorganized, airy Sometimes, it doesn't seem like anyone's home. For being a ThunderClan leader, a clan of cats with great bravado and opinions, Applestar is quite...a pushover. What more, he seems to constantly be stuck in his thoughts (if there are any) and occasionally off in his own little world when you attempt to approach him. For seemingly being so thoughtful, he sure does lose his head. A lot. Applestar has to be the most disorganized cat in the entire clan- his den? Always a mess. That mouse he was going to eat? Well, he's turned over the whole camp, and he still can't find where he put it. That's not to say that he's a poor leader. Applestar is a considerate cat and an overall fan favorite among his clan. He has a gentle approach and frequently speaks in a soft voice. Overall, his air seems to be quite comforting and reassuring, despite how at odds the clan is. Maybe he tends to be a bit scattered, but he's very capable of heading his clan. Applestar is hardworking and surprisingly ambitious in his stride, the type to never rest until what he wants done is done. Better yet, it's hard to not want to follow him as leader. When his heads aren't in the clouds, he's very approachable and gentle. Nice guy. Hard to not like him sometimes. History: He was the apple of his momma's eye. He loved to stay up late and listen to her stories about the clan cats, and before long, the queen began to realize how much she missed that life. But...it wasn't the best for her, and she couldn't go back for reasons that Gala was never told. He did know, however, that his mother had come from ThunderClan. As Gala got older, the neighborhood kittypets warned Magpie that her kitten wouldn't last. He'd be taken to another home, and they'd be separate for perhaps all of eternity. She might not get to see him ever again. All twolegs tended to do that to mothers and their kits. Nervous that she'd never get to see her boy grow, Magpie began to encourage Gala to join the clans. While she didn't want to make him face the dangers of the wilderness, it might be the only way she'd get to see him again. Inspired by the stories of battle and adventure, Gala was eager to become a mighty warrior. When he was apprentice-aged, Gala struck out to join ThunderClan, his mother's birth clan. She warned him against ShadowClan, explaining that the cats hated kittypets. For some reason, she was really nervous about that clan. No matter- ThunderClan accepted him with open arms and named him "Applepaw". Applepaw trained very, very hard, but he always made sure to visit his kittypet mother like a good son. Some of the apprentices mocked him for this, but it only made the young tom push himself even harder. Maybe on day, they'd listen to him. Maybe...if he was leader. He eventually earned the name "Applelegs", in honor of his long legs. Around this time, things began to go south, and the plague started to crop up in small amounts. It wasn't too big of a bother at first, of course. One of his fellow apprentices, now named Beepurr, began progressively getting closer to him. She invited him to share tongues frequently, and go hunting together. She'd even offer to bring him prey to his mother. Things...seemed to move a little too fast for Applelegs. She asked to be his mate, and before he could even really decide how he felt, Beepurr announced that they were expecting kits. Whoa what- them? Him? A father? While he tried to be supportive, he found himself constantly being pulled into other duties to go hunting, patrolling, and even helping out the medicine cat. Applelegs was torn- he wasn't ready for kits, for a family, for a mate. He...well, he didn't know what real feelings felt like. He barely felt like he knew Beepurr. Applelegs is seriously injured in a border skirmish against a particularly pushy ShadowClan patrol, and he ends up spending a good deal of time in the medicine cat den to recover. It's around this time that he develops a friendship with the young medicine cat, Goldbreeze. He confides in her, explaining that he doesn't know how he feels about Beepurr. Hell- he doesn't even know how he could be the father. For his dedication and kindness towards his clanmates, Applelegs is selected as clan deputy while he's still recovering. Ah yes, more pressure. Then, Beepurr kits and all of them are stillborn (and, to be frank, don't resemble Applelegs in the slightest). Applelegs is already uncertain about their relationship, and Beepurr is extremely distraught over the loss of the litter. She ends whatever relationship they had right then and there. While he was still uncertain about his feelings, Applelegs was still upset to lose a friend- and see kits die, even if they may or may not have been his own. Hard to tell. Applelegs gets better from his injuries, but things only get worse. The trees change. The water tastes bad. RiverClan and WindClan begin to starve. Applelegs tries to start rationing prey to save his clan, and does whatever he can to comfort his clanmates. Finally RiverClan and WindClan fall, leaving just ThunderClan and ShadowClan. Goldbreeze is stressed and confides in Applelegs often. He tries his best to offer her comfort, but...well, he's just a deputy- he doesn't know anything about flowers. He spends most of his freetime trying to offer her emotional support, while also ensuring that his mother is doing ok. The previous leader, Galestar, comes to abruptly pass. Applelegs is left in his place to lead ThunderClan, and seeks out the assistance of StarClan. While they grant him his nine lives despite his kittypet heritage, they do not offer any advice on ending the plague. They, too, are scared. Goldbreeze, who escorted him to his ceremony, is even more distraught. They spend a long evening together attempting to formulate a plan. ShadowClan is becoming even more pushy, but the disease state of the land is worsening. Applestar himself loses a whopping three lives to the disease, and starts to fret more about his kittypet mother. ShadowClan finally agrees to join forces after losing their deputy and second medicine cat, and the two clans merge for the first time in what seems like forever. Applestar's mother, Magpie, is anxious about the news for reasons Applestar doesn't understand. Whenever he mentions their leader, Darkstar, she seems to freeze up. After pressing some questions, Magpie finally breaks: ShadowClan's leader, Darkstar, was his father. While she was in ThunderClan. Whoops? He doesn't know how to swallow the news. What more, StarClan has decided that the clan must move if they are to survive, to follow the northern star to an unknown home. Applestar is all for it- it's the only chance they've got. Darkstar argues with Applestar, and trying to convince the old tom to move is all the more difficult when he's secretly your father. The two go to their separate dens for the night after what seems like no success, until StarClan makes the decision for them. At dawn, Darkstar is dead. Applestar and StormClan are on the move to their new home when Magpie decides to join them. Even if it's risky, she wants to be there for her son. He's grown so much... Mother: Magpie [Adoptable; 64 moons] Father: Darkstar [ShadowClan leader; deceased] Siblings: Unnamed stillborns [Deceased] Ex: Beepurr [Adoptable; 39 moons] ...Complicated: Goldbreeze [Adoptable; potential MC; 35 moons] Apprentice(s): Frostmane [Living] Other: N/A |
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Posted 2022-09-24 09:56:42
 sourceName: Roseflank Age: 27 Moons Rank: Deputy Gender: Female (she/her) Orientation: Biromantic Physical Description: A deep-set gaze of green optics adorns her diamond facial shape, beneath a set of curved ears. Long whiskers protrude from her soft rounded muzzle. The she-cat sports the infamous ThunderClan body build, strong and steady. She stands at about average height, maybe a little shorter than others should she not stand as straight as possible. Pearlescent fur ripples down her nape and sides, hiding the steep triangular shape of her diaphragm, and the muscle that flickers around her ligaments. Stout legs carry her with power, allowing her to move through the undergrowth with ease. Along her tail and the back of her head and neck, orange splashes down her frame as if paint spilled from a clumsy artist. Personality: +++ Motivated, Polite, Philosophical /// Strategic, Wise, Trustworthy - - - Distant, Anxious, Aloof Her nature is unmistakably worn in her steady demeanor, often found when the she-cat is discerning what's to come. She's equipped with an intrinsic brilliance when it comes to strategy. This might entail her old soul's wisdom, or it might be experience. Roseflank is dedicated to serve her Clan as best as possible. She readily shares any duty for her Clanmates, showing up to patrol, to hunt, to teach, and even to learn. To be a great leader, she must first demonstrate being a great follower. It is no surprise to see her seeking others' opinions on ideas and thoughts on decisions. She's careful in including everyone, and in ensuring peace is maintained. Though that is very, very easier said than done. There has and will be trifling trials, and relationships may become hostile. Considering her nature, her optimism hides whatever lay beneath her pelt. Hidden away from most dwells her uncertainty and anxiousness. It's challenging to hide it. Hesitance in decision making, for concern of the suffering Clan, has only made an appearance to those closest behind the scenes. It's getting increasingly more difficult to conceal that part of her nature. Her known affectionate and loving nature doesn't hide her distant caution. While she's open and welcoming to the new cats she gets to call as family, it may take time to nurture a deep relationship. In those that know Roseflank well, and that Roseflank adores, her love runs deep, and she will yield to nothing to protect them. History: As an apprentice, she had a rough start. Standing up with her back in an arch, tail fluffed, hissing at her mentor with terror thrumming in her veins. Rosepaw was a timid she-cat, not ever seeking trouble in her beginning. She had often prayed to StarClan, doubting in her abilities. Was she a warrior? Did she belong here? Her anxiety had kept her in the den for lengths, enough that her mentor had to drag her out of her comfort zone. Very gradually, she grew in confidence. She grew in valiance, and a determination to improve. Not too much longer, she was formidable toward the other apprentices she trained with. Keen and sharp, built with an agility that subdued them. Roseflank doesn't remember much of her parents. She sometimes wonders if they were around, but no worries, the other Queens shared tongues with her. She vowed to repay this favor for kits to come, to give them shelter and unconditional love, in the case they were orphaned of a parental figure. This promise of Rosepaw's bloomed into a love for her whole Clan. As a young ThunderClan warrior, Roseflank spent most of her time learning, and sneaking off to see a certain someone on a Clan border. She developed an aloofness that led to a precarious game of risk. She sought a RiverClan she-cat, and for many moons they'd discreetly visit the river, hoping to "accidentally" come across the other. Roseflank experienced an overwhelming joy for her, something new and alive. It was a rejuvenating energy that warmed her pelt even in winter. Even to this day, Roseflank waits at any river, staring across awaiting her.. friend.. to return. To catch up to them. To maybe join the ranks of StormClan. She was a beautiful warrior, with dark brindle rippling down a thick and glossy coat. The curve of her neck was adorned with scars, something earned in skirmishes near the time they'd last seen each other. When asked about it whilst they shared tongues, there came no answer. Her icy eyes grew darker, just as the world was changing around them. Before the last breeze of WindClan's strength ceased, RiverClan began to drift like the dead waters around them. Roseflank, even in her exhaustion, straggled to meet with her partner. The RiverClan cat sat by the banks, her head and eyes low. In the gloomy light of a lifeless dawn, the ThunderClan warrior saw just how sickly and frail her RiverClan counterpart appeared. Roseflank rushed to meet her, as fast as her weakened legs would let her. She pleaded her partner to join ThunderClan, though it was in vain. The she-cat was loyal to her Clan, even to it's end. The RiverClan warrior let a quiet purr and rubbed her head into RoseFlank's neck. They sat there in silence, beneath the falling of their starry ancestors. Before she knew it, RiverClan became still and absent of life. Roseflank had awaited after their last meeting, and waited, and waited. And despite her quiet calls into the dark, there was no cat to answer. She returned to a dying Clan, and in her grief distracted herself by hunting vigorously, and endlessly patrolling. The warrior trained any apprentice whom she was given, though not many of them survived. She found herself lingering by her sick apprentices, comforting them the best she could before they passed. Roseflank grew distant, and ever more distant, due to her surmountable pain in losing her Clanmates. It then came to pass that Galestar lost his last life. It was a loss shared by everyone in ThunderClan. One of the many in their plagued world. Roseflank had confidence in Applelegs, who visibly put his best effort into being a great deputy. She saw in him a leader that they could trust. And when they returned from the ceremony to recieve his nine lives, Applestar didn't look any more hopeful than his Clan. If anything, he appeared to be deep in thought, walking beside Goldbreeze. Roseflank rose as deputy amidst the darkness of their world, just as ShadowClan joined their ranks. Now known as StormClan, they faced a flicker of hope in the starless sky. Mother: Brindlethroat (Deceased) Father: Cherrystem (Deceased) Siblings: (Open, DM me!) Other: Please let me know if I skipped anything!! 
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Posted 2022-09-24 17:44:22 (edited)
 Name: Morning skies Age: 25 moons/ 2 years and 1 month Rank: Deputy Gender: Female, She/Her Physical Description: A mostly grey, with a little bit of white and green eyes. That's decently strong with surprisingly light and silky fur, which is perfect for swimming. Personality: Positive: Thoughtful, Optimistic. Neutral: Obedient, Adventurous. Negative: Forgetful, Impatient. Morning' Skies is a optimistic she-cat, she tends to look on the bright side and is very thoughtful towards others. She is obedient to those she trusts and will follow them without question, this can be her downfall though as following ones without question can get her in plenty of terrible situations especially if she decides to trust the wrong cat. Morning' Skies is very adventurous though and that has gotten her quite a lot of different situations. She is also very forgetful and sometimes will forget the task at hand, she usually knows right what to do though if she gets a little reminder or sees others doing the task. She has very little patients though and that's when she can come off as rude. History: Before she was born her mother lived with the tribe of rushing water. She decided to make the trip towards the clan territories hoping they would welcome her, she instead found a nice forest just beyond ShadowClan territory with plenty of streams, weeping willow trees and many nice spots to make a home. Morning 'Skies mother met another rogue on her travels and they decided to make a home together. A few moons later Morning 'Skies and her siblings were born, Weeping 'Willow, Roaring 'Rapids and Rushing 'Water. Morning 'Skies spent the first few months of her life inside the den, a small hollowed out cave under a rock. Her first trip outside was to learn how to fish, which she learned at 5 moons old. When she was 6 moons a fox attacked her and her family while they were out on a practice hunt, that fox took her dad, Bracken. Apprentice hood- Morning 'Skies "Apprentice days" were a time where she was trying to find herself and kind of went through a rebellious stage, she liked to trespass on to clan territory to learn about them and more then once she almost got caught. She also started asking more questions about her ancestry and why her mother left the tribe. Morning 'Skies wanted to leave the nest and go on more adventures and that made her restless, she would always leave early in the morning and come back at midday to hangout with her family. Her mom would always yell at her to stop leaving without telling them where she was going. Eventually when Morning 'Skies got up to leave her mom was already awake and asked where she was going. Turns out she was exploring past the valley of willows and rivers and towards the twoleg places, she was only ever curious though and wouldn't dare to ever go near one. Warrior days/current- When Morning 'Skies first decided to join the clans her mom wasn't thrilled, she had grown wary of the clans over time. Before she left though she asked if any of her siblings would like to join her in ShadowClan, they all shook there head and said no, they did though walk her to the border and give her a herb as a parting gift. One catmint, a goldenrod and some poppy seeds. When Morning 'Skies got to the entrance of the clan she sat and waited for a cat to come out of the camp, when someone finally did come they were very suspicious of her. She was escorted into the camp and led straight to darkstar, she put down the herbs and said she would like to join. He was unsure and put her on probation to make sure she wasn't a spy or something. She was in the clan for moons before she became deputy, it was during the start of the plague going around. All the ShadowClan cats made fun of her saying stuff like, "Oh she was made deputy, probably because she will die from the sickness soon enough, as a joke." It bothered her much more then she will admit, she kept her head high though and didn't let it show that it bothered her, some cats believed in her though and that she was grateful for. Family: Dad- Bracken (Deceased) Siblings- Weeping 'Willow, Roaring 'Rapids Rushing 'Water (Deceased) Other: Anyone interested in having a relationship with Morning'Skies is aloud, just DM me |
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Posted 2022-09-25 11:41:37
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Posted 2022-09-25 15:27:22
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Posted 2022-09-25 15:34:02 (edited)
 sourceName: SnowWhisper Age: 29 moons Rank: warrior Gender: male (he/him) Orientation: homosexual Physical Description: He is a large cat, towering over many others, even those older than him. His fur is long and fluffy, adding to his height and width, giving him a soft yet intimidating look. And when he speaks, his voice thunders. His fur, like is name, is the same color as the snow. The white reaches every single fur on his body, not missing a single one. The only color on him is the pink of his skin, and the rusty golden color of his eyes. Personality: +++ Kind, Loyal, Brave // Outspoken, Guilty --- High Strung, Irrational He's a kind and loyal cat, always arriving to make his clan mates and parents proud of him. He's brave, and willing to step out in most situations, though sometimes he speaks out at wrong times, sometimes without even realizing it. He often feels guilty for being the only living of his parents kits, and wishes for his siblings to be alive. He could be considered high strung, that he takes things to heart and can be easily moved by another cats words. It doesn't take much to push his buttons, and may act irrationally to another cats cheap attempts to anger him. History: Mother: Frostgaze - NPC - Elder (94 moons) - silver Maine Coon with golden eyes. Father: Lightningflash - NPC -Elder (99 moons) - white cat with orange ears, tail, and toe tips and blue eyes. Siblings: Sunkit (older sibling) - deceased (4.5 months) Shiverpaw (older sibling) - deceased (6.2 moons) Icekit (littermate) - deceased (1 week) Stormkit (littermate) - deceased (1 week) Other: no claimable family available He was originally from ThunderClan |
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Posted 2022-09-26 08:20:09 (edited)
 source Name: Crowheart Age: 28 moons Rank: Warrior (ShadowClan -> StormClan) Gender: Male, he/him Orientation: Asexual Physical Description: A sturdy dark black tom with sharp yellow eyes and short fur. Personality: +++ Brave, Loyal /// Decisive, Quiet - - - Impulsive, Sarcastic, Short-tempered Crowheart is a loyal warrior, yet he would hiss at kits that wander to close to him. He stays silent most of the time (though he mutters sarcastic remarks to himself), but would never hesitate when fighting for his Clan. He views cats of 'outside blood' to be inferior to cats with pure clan heritage. Crowheart is neutral on the joining of ThunderClan and ShadowClan. He understands that it's for the survival of the two Clans, but also dislikes working with ThunderClan warriors and especially dislikes Applestar. History: Crowheart was born in ShadowClan, his parents both respected warriors of ShadowClan. He grew up normally, or perhaps got a few extra scoldings for his attitude. His mentor was Mottledscar. His father had died when he was a young kit due to a fatal wound that resulted from a badger. His mother had died due to the plague - she had refused to eat when prey was scarce. Since then, the only family Crowheart had was his sister, Graythorn. Family: Thistlestep (father, deceased), Pineshade (mother, deceased), Graythorn (sister, killed by Nightwalkers in rp) Other: It's been a while since I've read the series, I'll try my best though |
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Posted 2022-09-26 09:26:23 (edited)
Age:7moons Rank:apprentice Gender: [include pronouns] male they him Orientation: [optional] Physical Description: a white cat with Siamese markings Personality: [two positive, one neutral, two negative personality traits at a MINIMUM] Quick to learn and loyal, prone to flights of fancy, pessimistic,stubborn History: [can be brief or point form] used to be shadowclan,but never really knew crowheart he was mentored by the now dead fish pelt. Family: [optional] all dead Other: |
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