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Post by silentpaws on Feb 18, 2019 4:33:03 GMT -6
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 5:17:53 GMT -6
B A T P A W apprentice of willowclan
black and white tom with hazel eyes
march 19th 2018 - ongoing
Batpaw's patched coat is more white than black, with long white socks on all four paws and a large white diamond over his chest and muzzle that reaches between hazel eyes. He has a lanky frame with long legs and a long tail, topped with almost comically large ears that he will probably never quite grow into.
One moment he’s here, the next moment he’s gone. One second he’s sitting quietly, the next he’s got himself stuck up a tree. Unpredictability is the normal for Batpaw, he never sits still for long, always following his nose into situations that any other cat would think twice before approaching. His lax attitude towards danger can be put down to one attribute; Batpaw is convinced he is invincible. He simply never considers the prospect of injury when he goes about his daily life, paying his safety no heed when his insatiable curiosity takes the lead. But it’s not a want to explore that makes him want to push his boundaries – he doesn’t need to go anywhere foreign and new, he’s perfectly happy getting stuck in the same tree day in and day out. He’s constantly in search of new ways to have fun, to test his abilities in the most daring ways he can come up with. It’s inevitable that one day this will lead to Batpaw’s downfall, but if anyone told him this he would merely shrug them off and continue with what he was doing. He’s a very independent cat, and while he doesn’t mind the presence of his siblings and friends he would be equally happy to go about his adventures with only himself for company. Despite this he loves to put on a show, either drawing shocked gasps from a crowd with his antics or making a fool of himself to keep his denmates entertained. He’s been like this since his kithood days, driving his foster mother mad with attempts to hang upside down from the nursery roof that made his name more accurate than ever. He has a better awareness than his sister of their RavenClan heritage and the events that precededtheir acceptance into WillowClan, and sometimes he'll wonder about the mother he never knew and the path he might have walked. But the poor first impression of his birth father that he developed as a kit has led him to be sure that this is the life he is supposed to be living.
names ~ batkit, batpaw affiliations ~ willowclan { current }, ravenclan { birth & former } heritage ~ 100% ravenclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ n/a
mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a
parents ~ cleardawn & falconwind foster parents ~ owlscreech & prickthorn siblings ~ chirppaw, howlkit foster siblings ~ newtpaw, webpaw grandparents ~ drizzlefall, moonflicker, rabbitdash, quickbreeze aunts/uncles ~ softwhisker, tigerscreech
mentor ~ junipercloud, mousefern (temporarily) apprentice ~ n/a
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 5:24:56 GMT -6
B A X T E R outsider of myra's groupginger and white tom with blue eyes february 3rd 2018 - ongoing
Baxter is undeniably small for his age, the only sign of the hard life he was born into and rescued from. His ginger tabby fur is splashed with white, with wide baby blue eyes that will always get him his own way. Rounded features give him the appearance of an eternal kit, as does his soft fur and near-permanent smile. Wide blue eyes are the picture of innocence, something that this little tom’s caregivers would do anything to protect. But born to a she-cat who’d dispatched many of her own kits in the past, Baxter’s life was in danger from the moment it began and he came perilously close to never finding the love he now knows. The moment he could be weaned he was smuggled away to the two cats he now calls his mothers; Myra and Minnow showed their new son the unconditional love of true parents from the moment they took him in, and together they have raised a cat who shows no signs of the cruelty he so narrowly escaped. He is friendly towards strangers and loving towards those he knows, and his inquisitive nature is so endearing that it would be hard for any cat to dislike him. With his constantly happy attitude he hates to see other cats upset so will always do his best to cheer them up, using the optimistic logic of kithood that’s infallible in his eyes. But this need to help any cat he sees has the potential to land him in trouble one day, and his mothers can only hope that he’ll be able to grow out of this naivety without losing too much of his innocent outlook. Since Bax was rescued at such a young age he remembers virtually nothing of his early life, nothing of the birth mother who wanted him dead or the sister who wasn’t as lucky as he was. The only reminders of this time are the problems caused by his necessary early weaning; he is a somewhat sickly kit and is more susceptible to catching leaf-bare illnesses, but despite worrying his mothers this has never seemed to dampen his smile. While his ginger and white fur makes it obvious he’s neither Myra or Minnow’s birth son, as far as Bax is concerned it’s the love they have for him and each other that makes them a true family.
names ~ baxter, bax affiliations ~ myra's group { current }, elektra and lady's group { former }, sea and angel's group { birth & former } heritage ~ 100% outsider orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ prone to sickness mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ angel & maxwell adopted parents ~ myra & minnow siblings ~ belle grandparents ~ seraphina & rocco aunts/uncles ~ kaine great grandparents ~ evangeline & oliver mentors ~ honey, myra, minnow (unofficial) appprentice ~ n/a
your blood like winter freezes just like ice (honey's "escape")come what may, I know the way (myra + minnow family thread)I will { soften } every edge || gingy & warwhen I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun | myreland oh, my heart was flawed, i knew my w e a k n e s s (si) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 5:43:38 GMT -6
B R I A R P O O Lwarrior of willowclan
tortoiseshell and white she-cat with green eyes september 7th 2017 - ongoing
Briarpool's pelt is a delicate patchwork of ginger and brown tabby on a background of white. Her eyes are a pale leafy green. Her WillowClan roots are obvious in her well-built stance, long tail, and thick coat, clearly built for swimming rather than sprinting the moors. Depending on whether you look first at Briarpool’s pelt or her personality, her name could be seen as incredibly accurate or massively incorrect. It’s easy to see the resemblance of dappled leaves in her calico fur, a patchwork of ginger and brown tabby on a backdrop of white with wide leaf-green eyes. But there is nothing remotely thorny about her personality; life always seems that bit brighter in the perspective of someone young and Briarpool is no exception. She always has something good to say about the world around her and the cats who live in it, determined to see only the best aspects of everything and everyone. Through this she could be considered naive but in truth she can acknowledge when cats have downfalls, it’s just that she’d rather not unless it was necessary. Every day is a new opportunity for her to discover something new, be that as exciting as a story from the elders she hasn’t heard before or as simple as a new favourite stone to sunbathe on. No matter how much of the world she sees she always yearns for something more, making a bad habit of longing for the things that she can't have and asking the questions that don't have answers. However there is one thing that Briarpool loves more than any battle story or sunny spot, and that is water. She was drawn to the streams that ran across the RavenClan border since the first moment she felt the water on her paws, and since then they have become the place where she can most often be found. If asked to describe her love for the water she couldn’t put it into words, except for some sort of instinctive pull that always leads her paws back to the stony shores. Of course when it’s factored in that Briarpool’s father is a WillowClan cat then her unusual passion makes complete sense, and since this was revealed to her in the aftermath of the flood she made the decision to return to the place she'd felt most at home after the fire and claim her heritage as a member of her father's Clan. Her expectation was that crossing the border for the final time would stop her wondering about what lay beyond her territory, but she still finds herself restless about the rest of the world and unsure of her place in the Clan allegiances. What keeps her in WillowClan for the time being though is the question of whether RavenClan could hold any future for a cat born to swim.
names ~ briarkit, briarpaw, briarpool affiliations ~ willowclan { current }, ravenclan { birth & former } heritage ~ 50% ravenclan, 50% willowclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ unusual love of water mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ blossomrain & shrikestar siblings ~ dreamfeather, skywren half-siblings ~ ashfang, rubyspark, russetgorse grandparents ~ mallowclaw, sunstripe aunts/uncles ~ flareheart, zephyrpaw mentor ~ rowanmask apprentice ~ n/a
sometimes all you need is an adventure // trical & warif the night is BURNING i will cover my EYES -- [ fire plot ]Left with nothing but mischief (silent)so this is where we are — briarpaw's training{ bloom } where you are planted || openthe WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ] |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 6:48:40 GMT -6
C E D A R B R E E Z Eformer warrior of ravenclanbrown and white tabby tom with green eyes june 10th 2015 - april 28th 2018
Cedarbreeze's large size contradicts with the speed at which he used to run across the moors. His thick pelt is brown with well defined tabby stripes, along with a pure white muzzle, chest, and paws. He's stocky and well muscled with large feet that he would always trip over as a kit, and a pluming tail. With the he need for adrenaline pumping beneath his skin, Cedarbreeze can often be the living embodiment of recklessness. He has been notorious for laughing in the face of danger since his kithood, yet by some blessing he has never fallen victim to injury due to this trait before. Though that is likely to be prominently due to his large and very caring family, with enough siblings to rescue him out of any situation he can’t handle alone. He knows he isn’t invincible so would never deliberately put himself into real danger, especially since his mate and the birth of his kits have given him a second thought of how others rely on him just as he does on them. Healthy rivalries as kits gave him the constant urge to push himself further and better his skills, making him a very competitive tom. He is always able to accept defeat with dignity, but in most cases it is quickly followed by a promise of a rematch. His thickset build means he isn’t really adapted for racing at speed, but it is incredibly common to see the brown tabby tom with his striking while front blurred across the territory, green eyes alight with adventure. However this tom isn’t just the foolhardy cat he may come across upon first impressions; his rash nature secludes a heart of pure gold. With his large family he has had to be fairly compassionate and empathetic towards their problems, and this attitude can stretch to include the rest of his Clanmates. His moral code is very strong and he would always seek justice if he or his family was wronged. Cedarbreeze would follow his beliefs no matter where they lead him, even if it meant disagreeing with the Warrior Code, as he trusts his own instincts above anything else. The one exception to that would be his family, and his fierce protectiveness over them is sourced by the burning need to keep them safe and by his side.
names ~ cedarkit, cedarpaw, cedarbreeze affiliations ~ ravenclan { birth & life } heritage ~ 100% ravenclan orientation ~ heterosexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ heatherflame former attractions ~ n/a kits ~ hawkstrike, rowanmask, stoneshade parents ~ jadefeather & russetshade foster father ~ stoneclaw siblings ~ ashenstar half-siblings ~ kitesun, paledawn, sootwing grandparents ~ birchfeather, dovepool, rivermoon aunts/uncles ~ brightpool, lilacwish, shimmerstar neices/nephews ~ alpinepaw, darkpaw, mistypaw half-neices/half-nephews ~ coalfur, siltpaw mentor ~ moorstep apprentices ~ boulderleap, brackenstripe age at death ~ 78 moons cause of death ~ drowning
She dreamed of {paradise} :: open!there is /no\ greater {reward} than to t*e*a* c*h | darkie"When the days change..." [ open ]!adventure! will find >>you - croow{guiding} paws . {shaping} minds | tricaal{fate} loves the {fearless} - silent!and so the adventure begins ✶ [ heather's kitting! ]{ troubles seem so far } . . silent & trical!tell the world that { im coming home } (silent!)"Know your enemy and know yourself..." [[ ac battle #2 ]]let's get down to business [[ boulderpaw training ]]• promises • and // memories {sii}>> but you can always be {brave} [rc border patrol]if the night is BURNING i will cover my EYES -- [ fire plot ]you took the { colours } with you | darkiethe WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ]as the days grow > darker . . . flood subthread onewe’ll return to each other, again and again ♥ silent |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 6:52:48 GMT -6
D R I F T F I R E
queen of aspenclan
grey she-cat with amber eyes
june 1st 2017 - ongoing
Amber eyes stand out like fire against Driftfire's grey pelt, the paler fur on her chest being the only patch on the otherwise perfect slate colour. She's well build beneath her thick coat though not particularly large in size, and she keeps herself well groomed. She has been told she stands as a living shadow of the father she will never know, and carries that knowledge with quiet pride.
For someone so young, Driftfire can certainly say a lot about feeling alone in the world, but possibly the most tragic part is that she came so close to experiencing the complete opposite. In different circumstances she would have a doting mother and father, and two brothers to spend her days playing with. That alternate reality was shattered before she was even born, when her father defied the tyrannical rule of the outsiders who took over AspenClan and paid for it with his life. For Driftfire’s mother, the trauma of her mate’s loss resulted in two kits being stillborn and a reluctance to even look at her remaining kit who stands like a living shadow of her lost love. Driftfire quickly already accepted the obvious fact that she is unwanted by her mother, but for reasons unknown even to her she feels no anger about it. Loneliness is all she understands; what confuses her is the way that her denmates are so clearly adored by their parents and have each other for company. At least, that was how she thought before Tumblefoot forced his way into her life. For moons she was confused by the curious tom's insistence on always keeping her company, though as their apprenticeship waned she found herself craving his presence as much as he did hers though she still tried to deny that to herself. It was only the night of their silent vigil that she finally accepted that staying lonely to avoid the heartbreak her mother had gone through was no way to live, and accepted Tumblefoot's proposal to be his mate with nothing but unbridled joy. That was a turning point for Driftfire, and since then she has been quietly building her social confidence and cementing her place as a loved and respected member of the Clan. The sudden death of her first apprentice Brookcloud was a considerable blow as she had grown so fond of the young she-cat, but with Tumblefoot's help she still tries to strive to do better for both herself and for Brookcloud's memory. The one aspect of her kithood that still clings on is her anxiety around motherhood; as much as she so desperately wants to have kits one day she is terrified of raising them wrong, as she can't understand how she could ever be a good mother when she hardly had one to look up to herself. But the faith that Tumblefoot has in her is always enough to coax her out of her comfort zone. She often wonders about how she used to be so content just drifting through a lonely existence, but he has given her something worth anchoring to.
names ~ driftkit, driftpaw, driftfire affiliations ~ aspenclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% aspenclan orientation ~ heterosexual notable features ~ n/a
mate ~ tumblefoot former attractions ~ n/a kits ~ cyankit, umberkit
parents ~ feathersky & oakfang siblings ~ brackenkit, bramblekit aunts/uncles ~ brindlefall, mottleleaf cousins ~ copperkit, mumblefall
mentor ~ trenchflame apprentice ~ brookcloud
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 10:59:16 GMT -6
E L E K T R Aoutsider of elektra & lady's groupblack she-cat with one amber eye march 10th 2017 - ongoing
Elektra's pelt is pure unmarked black, short fur and long limbs giving her a tall and lithe stance that portrays effortless elegance. Only her face bears the marks of her life's brutality; her left eye is dark amber in colour, but where the right eye once was is just a bare socket surrounded by mangled scars that have healed as well as they ever will. If it’s true that every scar tells a story, Elektra’s tell a tale of a cat willing to do anything to survive despite an endless battle to prove she still has worth. From one side she is incredibly beautiful, with sleek charcoal fur and a dark amber gaze that is intelligent and considerate in equal measure. But while it’s obvious that she isn’t only a pretty face, looking at her directly always provokes the question of whether she could even be described as that. At 10 moons old her innocence and beauty were stolen from her in one swipe of a dog’s claws, leaving her with an empty eye socket surrounded by bare flesh and hideous scarring, but while anyone can see her wounds very few know the true reason behind why she got them and why she can never regret the loss of her eye. It was a sacrifice to save a friend's life, an escape plan gone wrong that ended with Elektra and Myra facing facing the oncoming pack with little hope of survival. Knowing full well the consequences she ordered Myra to run without her, leading the pack away and risking her life to fight them off while not knowing if her efforts would be worth it or not. While she survived her injuries by a hair’s breadth, her recovery was far from the end of her fight. Born under a leadership that praised the strong and destroyed anything less, Elektra was given an ultimatum by which she had to prove herself or face death a second time. With a combination of ruthless bloodlust and a willingness to do whatever it took, turning her wounds into weapons allowed her to cement her place as Akai’s second in command. Her deathly beauty was used to his every advantage, from seducing toms into joining the group to ripping out throats whenever he didn’t want to get his claws dirty. So enslaved in the persona he had created for her, his death left her wondering what she’d become along with half a leadership she didn’t want. But now she has a mate who she loves to help her through the nightmares and convince her that she is worth more than what she was made to do. They have a daughter who sees her without her scars and reminds her that there is still good and innocence in the world. She changed Akai’s dictatorship into a leadership of mutual respect, made amends with her enemies, and with Lady's love and Myra's reappearance she is slowly letting go of the past that haunted her for so long. Her home is open as a sanctuary for anyone who needs it, with the hope that by putting good back into the world she can make up for all the wrong she did under Akai's control. She's more intuitive than her curt nature portrays, with the ability to look into someone's eyes and see those who are invisible to the rest of the world and need a mentor or a friend. With her moons of experience she's become an invaluable advice giver, giving her gentle soul a rare few moments of light before she'll be back to barking orders when the situation demands it. While she will always have her strategic mind and affinity for battle, and she will always be ready to lead her cats should another situation arise, knowing just how much she has to lose has given her a reason to fight besides sheer bloodshed but an even greater reason to keep them safe and away from the battlefield. All Elektra truly wants is a peaceful existence with her chosen family and to become the role model that she so desperately needed as a wounded kit. Maybe then she can start to clean the blood off her paws.
names ~ elektra, el affiliations ~ elektra & lady's group { current }, akai's group { birth & former } heritage ~ 100% outsider orientation ~ homosexual notable features ~ missing right eye, ptsd mate ~ lady former attractions ~myra fostered kits ~ kitsa parents ~ aurelia & dusty siblings ~ claretta half-siblings ~ casper, silmeria, sunset mentors ~ akai, aurelia (unofficial) apprentice ~ kitsa, honey (unofficial)
and you just {need} someone (sii)the screams all sound the same (myra's backstory)"Hello I am Your Wallpaper " (Silent)united {we} stand / until the stars {fall} — [aspenclan battle]/carved/ my name into his {leather seats}- darkieharder to find what's r i g h t -- private"Know your enemy and know yourself..." [[ ac battle #2 ]]never be fooled by their words [[ silent! ]]I promise I'll do :b e t t e r: ~ crowif there's a light at the end it's just the (sun) in your eye | darkieis there {pity} for the plain girl? . darkieso just call when you're around ... darkie & niftythe past can only ~ fade ~ // darkieto fight for what she //deserved// - crowa bit of [ madness ] is key // [ seangel and elady groups ]some memories never leave your bones •• siia kind of {love} worth d y i n g for || darkieone shot to live another day [ private - rescue thread ]Just |STRANGERS| With *MEMORIES* (Silent)when I run through the deep dark forest long after this begun | myrelI remember you from a dream I thought was truth (si)after all this time? / always. — silenthow dare you speak of grace (silent)black the beast descends from shadows (coyote plot)
I've got blood on my name (coyote plot) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 11:07:07 GMT -6
F E N P A Wapprentice of aspenclan
pale ginger tabby she-cat with amber eyes march 23rd 2018 - ongoing
Fenpaw's pale ginger colour makes her a near replica of the mother she takes her name from, though her darker stripes are more pronounced as are her murky amber eyes. She's long furred and well built like her father, but her petite size still gives an impression of delicacy. Like most cats who find themselves in her position, Fenpaw can sometimes forget just how lucky she is. As Fennelbrook and Twilightstorm’s long-awaited and only kit she has been doted on since birth, and this deep bond with her parents hasn’t been worn away with age. But this meant that Fenpaw has grown up with the expectation of getting her own way, and can be caught by surprise when not everything turns out the way she wants it. It’s naivety rather than deliberate ignorance that causes this though, as her parents have always tried to protect her from the cruelty that her family has faced in the past. But she would never turn her heightened status into something to be boasted about or an excuse for bad behaviour, and once over her shock she will always try to admit and apologise for her innocent mistakes. With the exception of her rare spoiled remarks she is generally cheerful to be around, and will always try to brighten someone’s day if she notices they’re feeling down. She feels a strong sense of loyalty to her friends and would always be there for them if they needed her; the compassion inherited from her mother makes her a great listening ear, and the strength learned from her father means she would never hesitate to fight for what she believed in. However her looks are all from her mother’s side of the family - not only is she a near replica of her mother, but she shares unmistakeable features of her two aunts Nimblestep and Marshflower. Shouldering the legacies of three well-loved cats means that Fenpaw can sometimes struggle with her own sense of identity, and her rebellious moments are really just her attempts to break away from the mould designed for her and prove she is her own self. But this hasn’t stopped her wondering whether her Clanmates like her for who she is or just as a ghost of those who stood before her.
names ~ fenkit, fenpaw affiliation ~ aspenclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% aspenclan orientation ~ heterosexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ fennelbrook & twilightstorm siblings ~ n/a half-siblings ~ brambleflame, darkkit, runningleaf, smokefrost, sootfall, sunkit, thunderbreeze grandparents ~ tawnyfeather, silverstripe, shadowclaw, whitelily aunts/uncles ~ bluecloud, littlebrook, marshflower, nimblestep, raggedstar cousins ~ pebblekit, ryethorn, tansyglow, thistlemoon, tumblefoot, twitchstep, wrenfall mentor ~ amberhaze apprentice ~ n/a
each soul a starlit sea { fennelbrook's kitting }throw {kindness} around like {confetti} ~ privateI can't tell where the journey will end (fenpaw training)there's been a million before me (si) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 11:23:20 GMT -6
F L O O D F I E L Delder of willowclan
mottled blue-grey tom with green eyes may 25th 2015 - ongoing
Floodfield's pelt colour is the clear source of his name, a dark mottled grey with a blue tinge that perfectly mimics stormy floodwater. A few flecks of white frame is clear green eyes and muzzle, mixed with tinges of grey that have crept up on him over the moons. He has long fur and a pluming tail, though it has thinned a little over the moons, and his smaller than average frame does nothing to diminish the authority he carries in his confident stance. Although many cats look up to Floodfield as a natural-born leader, this tom didn’t always have his heart set on the path to his current position. As a kit he would always take up the role of leader when playing games with his sister Hailfeather, and all the way through their apprenticeship the two siblings intended their lives to be spent as leader and deputy of their Clan. Floodfield’s serious and mellow personality stood him in good stead for leadership in his sister’s opinion, while her own more cheeky and lighthearted nature made her a clear choice to become her brother’s deputy. But their dreams were cruelly shattered on what was supposed to be the happiest time of their lives. The day after their warrior ceremony, the young she-cat vanished from the territory without as much as a trail to follow. It was assumed that she had either drowned in the river or had been snatched up by a passing predator, but Floodfield insisted on maintaining the search for moons after her disappearance. Hailfeather's loss sent him spiraling down into grief and depression, and it took many moons for him to make peace with his past and start looking to the future. It was at this point he decided that he was going to realise his long-lost dream of leadership to honour Hailfeather's memory, despite the fact that she wouldn’t be the cat by his side. He remains strong in the belief that she is still alive, living comfortably somewhere beyond the Clan's borders. Wanting happiness for her is enough for him to forgive her for leaving him, though it will never stop him from asking why. Despite his ambition he was always patient in waiting for his time to rise, trusting that his devotion to the Clan would be enough to earn him his goals. Floodfield’s sombre nature makes for a level head in times of crisis, and he is a calm presence in times of worry and unrest. He is known for being merciful and tolerant, willing to challenge the status quo if he believes it is for the greater good, though as his leadership wanes he has begun to question whether his preference for peace has always been the best choice of action. In the wake of the flood that nearly sent away his Clan he was forced to take a firmer stance against the other Clans, standing by his decisions with an iron will in the hope that it will show everyone that WillowClan is no pushover. While he doesn't regret any of his choices as leader, he is starting to accept that perhaps it is time for someone else to take over his position and lead his beloved Clan into the new age. But he can only hope that it doesn't lead to the undoing of everything he has ever worked for.
names ~ floodkit, floodpaw, floodfield, floodstar affiliations ~ willowclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% willowclan orientation ~ heterosexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ brookshine former attractions ~ snapfrost kits ~ cloverkit, lakekit parents ~ splashstone & rockpelt siblings ~ jaime (formerly hailfeather) neices/nephews ~ carter, daryl, melody grandneices/grandnephews ~ lyra, robin, tobias mentor ~ lichenpad apprentices ~ mothdapple, mousefern, whispcall
[ songs that remind us of the p a s t ] . silentin ((teaching)) you will l/e/a/r/n •pao
>strangers< are {friends} waiting to .happen. | maatcheslets see how >far> you've *come* //pao
one.small.step along the (world) I go || WC ceremonyare we all LOST *stars* || matchesyou look so proud standing there [ crew ]without RULES, there is CHAOS » s i l e n tthe .experiences. that {shaped} us - niftyto walk the untrodden path [mousepaw training]a {{masterpiece}} still in the making - nifty & darkied a m a g e // control [ willowclan border patrol ]if the night is BURNING i will cover my EYES -- [ fire plot ]not {all} are willing to {sacrifice} (si!)"The act of dying..." [[ liongaze kits & meddies ]]the WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ]we must /stand together/ ~ flood subthread threeto make it through the / rain / -- [ fire / flood reunion ]"The ninth, the worst circle of the Inferno..." }} exile thread {{in cold blood and colder waters [ private - ac/wc battle ]how lucky i am to have something . . . erakeep your [ friends ] close . . . november gathering
the true value of a moment is a memory (Private)planting seeds in a garden you'll never get to see { matches“Family is not an important thing..." }} brook's kittingf r e e d o m — [private] |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 11:30:24 GMT -6
K R E S S I D Aoutsiderdark auburn she-cat with yellow eyes september 3rd 2017 - ongoing
A thick and rugged pelt hides a sturdy frame, dark auburn in colour with a few gingery highlights and a fawn tinge on her chest and belly. Kressida's eyes are dark yellow, bright against her otherwise dark features. She has a smaller than average size but she's surprisingly strong, and uses this unexpected trait to her absolute advantage. ‘The strong and silent’ type would be an accurate way of describing Kressida, but very few cats know the truth behind just how accurate it is. Her strength is undeniable even from the first glance, her sharp eyes giving a presence that surpasses her small size and suggesting a cat who doesn’t back down very often. Although she’s clearly built for combat, the one reason that would cause Kressida to raise a claw against another cat is if they threatened the few that she cares about. Trust does not come naturally to her, since growing up with an absent mother and a cruel father left her wondering who she could trust if the cats you’re meant to love unconditionally did her nothing but harm. Those who can get through her carefully built walls will find that they never have to watch their own back anymore, because Kressida would fight to the death to protect anyone who could earn a space in her circle. While her unshakable loyalty could be considered admirable, the reasoning behind contributes greatly to her reluctance to trust. A single mistake in a fight to protect her sister ended with Kressida smashing her head against a rock and losing a great deal of her speech capabilities, leaving her with a harsh sounding voice and difficulties in speaking with a regular rhythm. When it became clear this wasn’t something she could recover from it knocked Kressida’s confidence, and hatred of her new voice means she will refuse to talk in front of those she doesn’t know unless it’s absolutely necessary. But the need to maintain her status as the guardian has caused her to work obsessively at her fighting abilities. She feels she has to make up for her disability by being better, becoming expendable in favour of others, or she really will be the failure her father labelled her as.
names ~ kressida, holly thorn affiliations ~ crowen's group { birth & former } heritage ~ 100% outsider orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ aphasia mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ sea & crowen siblings ~ deja, bella grandparents ~ algae, glass aunts/uncles ~ pitch black, wail great grandparents ~ jaiden, marina mentor ~ crowen (unofficial) apprentice ~ n/a
Father's tell such pretty lies to little girls (dark-shark-silent)look my way … siiThe Past always comes back to haunt you (ginger & shark)dim are the pathways . . . darkie & eraWhat's my age again? (Tric, Si, Dark, and Ginger) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 14:09:29 GMT -6
L A K E K I Tkit of willowclan
grey tabby tom with green eyes may 18th 2019 - ongoing
Lakekit takes mostly after his father in terms of looks, though his pelt is more grey than blue and his markings are more tabby than mottled. His clear green eyes are an exact copy of his father's though and are framed with the same pale stripes. A thick pelt makes him look larger than he really is, as beneath his fur he has the same slender frame of his mother along with powerful legs. Being a leader’s son means that there is a heavy weight resting on the shoulders of this young tom, though some might suggest that he put most of it there himself. Lakekit has always been aware of his father’s legacy despite being born after Floodfield chose to step down to raise his family, and he has always wished that he could have been alive to see the height of his father’s reign. But as much as he loves hearing stories from his parents and their friends, constantly hearing praise for Floodfield’s leadership has given Lakekit an unrealistic expectation of what he wants to achieve in his own life. He holds himself to sometimes impossibly high standards and automatically assumes that everyone else does to, and when he can’t grasp a concept immediately he will spend more time beating himself up over it than trying to improve at something he’s already assumed he’ll never be good at. While most cats benefit from being boosted up it never does Lakekit any favours, just interpreting encouragement as another warning for him not to disappoint. Instead, what he really needs is someone to tell him that failure isn’t the end of the world and that he doesn’t need to push himself to the limit to be a good enough warrior. Everything is a case of black and white for him; if something is good then it is faultless, and if he considers someone bad then they are irredeemable in his eyes. This mentality means that if someone voiced a dislike of Floodfield’s policies to him then he would automatically dislike them, but unlike his sister, Lakekit isn’t an overly confrontational cat. He would rather be privately frustrated than make a big scene, but while he wouldn’t consider a compromise he would go as far as telling someone why they had annoyed him. Much more of a strategist than a battler, he is much better suited to being on the sidelines forging tactics than the hero of the action. But Lakekit is yet to realise this, constantly trying to make himself the prodigy of the father he’s so proud of than accept himself for who he is.
names ~ lakekit affiliations ~ willowclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% willowclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ brookshine & floodfield siblings ~ cloverkit grandparents ~ dovemoon, liongaze, rockpelt, splashstone aunts/uncles ~ jaime, prickthorn, whispcall cousins ~ bayflower, carter, daryl, marigoldflare, melody, mousefern, newtpaw, otterspirit, rosedawn, tanglewave, webpaw mentor ~ n/a apprentice ~ n/a
“Family is not an important thing..." }} brook's kitting |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 14:09:43 GMT -6
M A R I G O L D F L A R E deputy of willowclan
ginger tabby she-cat with amber eyes
february 25th 2017 - ongoing
Marigoldflare's bright ginger striped pelt is impossible to miss, along with her sharp amber eyes. She's of average size and fairly lithe beneath her semi-long fur, with long legs and a long tail.
Bold in both pelt and personality, Marigoldflare is incapable of blending into the background. But while as a kit she was nothing short of a wild child, growing up has made her more mature than anyone could have expected or even she truly recognises. This can be credited to one reason: Mousefern. While most cats saw her sister’s blindness as an impossible barrier, Marigoldflare was never too young to recognise that all she needed was someone to show Mousefern her own talents for her to start believing in herself. With the help of her mentor Spiderfrost they created ways for her to be a warrior without vision, and Marigoldflare only considered herself a warrior when Mousefern received her own name a moon later. But while even Floodstar was impressed by the fiery she-cat’s dedication to someone she could have so easily left in the dust, it wasn’t until she was assigned as a mentor to Spiderfrost’s daughter did she start to give herself credit for what she just put down to ‘what any decent cat would do’. Guiding both Mousefern and Morningflight has made her surprisingly responsible, and she tends to seek out any cat who needs taking under the wing of someone willing to fight their corner. Despite this she is in no way sentimental; while she has a way with words when arguing for something she believes in, she often comes unstuck when in more sensitive situations and will often resort to well-meant sarcasm to hide just how tactless she is. Her loyalty is more to ideals than to individuals and she would stand up for any cat regardless of who they were if she agreed with their point of view, but over time there are some cats who have become an exception to this rule. While she still hasn’t completely outgrown the occasional bout of selfishness, those who can see past her brash outer nature to just how much she cares have forever earned her respect. She would fight with no restraint for the family she’s created, channelling her once uncontrollable fire into protecting the cats who shaped her into someone she’s proud to be.
names ~ marigoldkit, marigoldpaw, marigoldflare affiliations ~ willowclan { birth & current }, outsider { temporarily } heritage ~ 100% willowclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ developed sense of hearing
mate ~ n/a attractions ~ hawkstrike, sorrelfire kits ~ n/a
parents ~ snapfrost & whispcall siblings ~ bayflower, mousefern, otterspirit, rosedawn, tanglewave grandparents ~ bearstrike, dovemoon, ivyflash, liongaze aunts/uncles ~ brookshine, prickthorn cousins ~ cloverkit, lakekit, newtpaw, webpaw nieces/nephews ~ softkit, squeakkit, quiverkit
mentor ~ spiderfrost apprentice ~ chirppaw, morningflight
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 14:35:35 GMT -6
M A R S H F L O W E Rformer warrior of aspenclanlilac she-cat with yellow eyes may 30th 2015 - july 13th 2017
Marshflower's pelt is a beautiful fawny lilac colour, dappled with faint beige stripes on her face and a slightly darker stripe along her spine and tail. Her murky golden eyes are both mysterious and very unique. She's very tall and lithe, with long legs and a long tail, but her delicate features hide the wiry strength in her limbs. It would never be expected that Marshflower, with all her cheerful comments and endless laughter, could be one of AspenClan’s senior warriors. Most cats will only ever see that side of her, but this amiable she-cat can switch to serious and focused with the twitch of a tail. She is incredibly devoted to both her Clan and the code that they live by, always looking to the code for guidance in times of trouble. This attribute has made her the advice point for Raggedstar on multiple occasions, and she is truly proud of her brother and his achievements. One factor that she shares with him is her tendency to trust too much, and although this has not landed her in trouble yet it is almost certain to do so at some point in the future. But it would be a mistake to interpret Marshflower’s believing and friendly nature for naivety; her life’s experiences have left their mark on her even though she conceals it almost perfectly. She has twice come incredibly close to losing her life; the first as an apprentice when her curiosity almost lead her straight into a snare, and the second when she almost succumbed to the same illness that cost Raggedstar one of his lives. The first incident in particular has given her a healthy wariness about the unknown, which has kept her safe since then. Her sickness though has instilled a real fear of disease, and during leaf-bare in particular it is not uncommon to find her in the medicine den for either herself or with another Clanmate after the slightest ache or sniffle. Marshflower's beautiful lilac coat and tall, elegant stance make her quite an attractive she-cat, and her murky golden gaze is both mysterious and very unique. Teaching is her true passion, and even when not mentoring she will take out the apprentices to test their skills. She is incredibly mothering, and though she's decided against taking a mate since her former love died, she is satisfied by being a substitute aunt to any cat in the Clan who needs a helping paw.
names ~ marshkit, marshpaw, marshflower affiliations ~ starclan { current }, aspenclan { birth & life } heritage ~ 100% aspenclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ sedgeheart former attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ tawnyfeather & shadowclaw siblings ~ bluecloud, fennelbrook, nimblestep, raggedstar neices/nephews ~ alpinepaw, darkpaw, fenpaw, mistypaw, pebblekit, ryethorn, tansyglow, thistlemoon, tumblefoot, twitchstep, wrenfall mentor ~ brindlefall apprentices ~ brambleflame, fennelbrook age at death ~ 79 moons cause of death ~ killed by akai
*I* never {dream} about //success\\ | croooowSoftly doth the raven sound >> Open"Progress is impossible without change..." ((Shark & AC))the <greatest> friends are those you n|e|v|e|r expected {fiction}Hunting at Dawn (AspenClan; Open!)a //great\\ mentor will teach from the {heart} ~ crooowlike an {{octopus}} on your face - fictioneffort *today* , sucess >tomorrow> { kat>onwards> & ^upwards^ : katbring on the { fire } - opendawning determination (open!)"To a mouse, cheese is cheese..." [[patrol]]and just ~forget~ the world // crowwit could have been ☆great☆ - rainie"Know your enemy and know yourself..." [[ac battle #2]]
A new beginning, A new start [Echofrost's nine lives] |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 14:43:57 GMT -6
M I S T L E B R O O Kwarrior of ravenclangrey and white she-cat with yellow eyes september 1st 2017 - ongoing
Mistlebrook's pelt is predominantly an alluring slate grey, but her forelegs and chest are bright white with the lack of colour extending to a point between her eyes. Her eyes look yellow from a distance but are actually a beautiful dark gold, something that few cats get to see as she scarcely lets anyone get close enough. She's average size and firmly built, her long fur hiding the muscles built from seasons of sprinting the moors. If you asked most cats what they thought Mistlebrook was like, the answer would be along the lines of a positive and self-assured young she-cat. She’s never seen to be down, her eyes alight as she gives a chirpy smile to everyone who looks her way. But her confidence only lasts as long as she keeps others at an arm’s length, so that they’ll never see the cracks in her mask of happiness. She can be friendly, outgoing even on a good day, but she will switch to forced aloofness in a second if she starts to get uncomfortable within an encounter. This facade wasn’t always there; as a kit and apprentice she was genuinely as happy as she still maintains she is, but the sudden death of her mother sent her entire world spinning in a direction she had never really considered it would. Her determination to take full advantage of the warriorhood she had so recently been granted put processing her grief into second priority, so she’s only just acknowledging the full extent of the shock she went through. Her grief was allowed to fester until it took the form of crushing anxiety that plagues her worst days, something she's yet to find a way to control but could never face up to confiding in someone for help. Her father's death has only made this worse since she can't learn from her earlier mistake, and is still trying to force her way through the cloud of depression that's been hanging over her for longer than she realises. For this reason there is hardly a cat in the Clan who would guess the depth of her emotion when encountering Mistlebrook on a daily basis simply because she’s adapted to hide it so well. The mysterious quality she is fondly famed for developed as a way of keeping a distance; she has a remarkable way of telling cats enough to make them think they know her when in fact they know nothing at all. And when she feels her smile start to slip she has an easy excuse to make a quick getaway, until she’s built herself back up enough to hold her mask for a little while longer. Fear of suffering a third loss has made her wary to grow close to anyone else, but she still takes joy from her shallow friendships and tries to convince herself that it's enough for her in life. Deep down she does want a relationship, as much as her head wars with her heart over that desire, and it will only be a matter of time before either her emotions or her fear win out and pave the way for the rest of her life.
names ~ mistlekit, mistlepaw, mistlebrook affiliations ~ ravenclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% ravenclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ social anxiety mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ hazelfawn & risingwind siblings ~ drizzlecloud mentor ~ moosefoot apprentice ~ acorndrop (temporarily), rabbitpaw, skywren
from where we left off >> gingy - acornpaw trainingyou thought you knew e v e r y t h i n g // fire plot subthreadlearning to ~ tread water ~ { skypaw's trainingbut as the (world) comes to an end - niftythe WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ]{f.e.a.r} has two meanings -- flood subthread twobirds don't just fly they fall down and get up (open to apprentices)c o n s t e l l a t i o n s }} ever changing * siioh, carried on the breeze, you’ll never find me gone (war)
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 14:48:44 GMT -6
O L I V E P A Wapprentice of willowclanblack and white she-cat with golden eyes november 22nd 2018 - ongoing
Pure, perfect black makes up most of Olivepaw's pelt, except from a patch of white over her chin and chest and a single white front paw. Golden eyes stand out clearly from her dark features. She's long coated and slightly large in stature, a pretty face for a decidedly unpretty personality. Sharp golden eyes glow out from the shadows where this she-cat tends to lurk, her mostly black fur allowing her to stay unseen for as long as she wishes. It’s only her white chest and paw that give her away, a splash of bright in the darkness which could serve as an excellent metaphor for Olivepaw’s personality. Sly and outspoken may be polite ways of describing her, but the truth is that she can be nothing short of cruel when she wants to be. Pride in her admittedly talented abilities has given her an overly high opinion of herself; she enjoys looking down on her denmates and is quick to put down other cats with her snarky remarks, and she wouldn’t hesitate to trip someone up if it meant she would beat them. She’ll fight dirty both physically and verbally, using questionable moves on the battlefield as well as not hesitating to use someone’s flaws or insecurities against them if they dared to suggest she was wrong. Her sharp wits and clever mind make her a good cat to have around in a crisis as it takes a lot to shake her, but she’s a poor team player and much prefers to operate alone even if it’s to her detriment. While secretive for the most part she doesn’t always keep herself withdrawn from the rest of the Clan, willing to engage in conversation though she’ll tend to sit on the side and throw in a snide comment every now and then rather than actually join in properly. There are some cats who she’ll choose to talk to more than others but she’d laugh at the idea at calling them friends, simply claiming that they’re more worthy of her time than other cats for whatever reason. But, while few would believe it, Olivepaw does have a conscience albeit a very murky one. Guilt isn’t a wholly unfamiliar concept to her – she would feel awful if her actions lead to the downfall of someone she didn’t think deserved it and would do everything in her power to make things right again. She can muster up a genuine apology if it’s needed and put aside her contempt to make amends, but she’d sooner claw someone for suggesting she’s capable of kindness than admit it’s true. Because with the exception of her rare thoughtful moments, she will stop at nothing and go through anyone to get what she wants.
names ~ olivekit , olivepaw affiliations ~ willowclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% willowclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ quillflower & mallowfall siblings ~ yewkit half-sibling ~ morningflight mentor ~ dancingflame apprentice ~ n/a
don't build ◦ hope ◦ on something broken // niftyEveryone I do right does me wrong (Olivepaw training) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 15:12:06 GMT -6
P A L E D A W Nelder of ravenclanpointed fawn tabby she-cat with blue eyes may 19th 2015 - ongoing
Blue-grey tabby points lie on a background of pale fawn, giving Paledawn a delicate appearance that contradicts the difficult job she held for seasons. The grey hairs on her muzzle are the only tell of her age as her dark blue eyes are as sharp as ever. Her fur is semi-long and is always perfectly kept, aside from the thin scar on her upper lip from a grieving Clanmate who took his anger out on her and the larger one that splits the fur on her shoulder from a fight with a fox several seasons ago. Sarcasm and bluntness are not often traits associated with a good Medicine Cat, although anyone who knows Paledawn will know that she is not truly as curt as she can appear to be. Her soft tabby fur may portray a personality timid and sweet, but a single disapproving look from her deep blue eyes would stop even the most devious apprentice in their tracks. When off duty she can barely hold a conversation without making at least one witty or even snide remark, but it isn’t hard to tell that her words hold only affection. Beneath her outer contempt lies a cat with incredible empathy and compassion, and her kind words often make her the cat everyone goes to in times of trouble for reassurance. But she would never withhold the truth from any cat; in terms of delivering unwelcome news she is always realistic and honest. Paledawn is undeniable a talented Medicine Cat, and she takes great pride in her work and the service she gives to RavenClan. It is virtually unheard of for her to make a mistake, as she scarcely rushes a diagnosis and is incredible considerate in dealing with her patients. She has always valued relationships forged through experience more than blood; although she loves her siblings dearly, her distant mother lead to her growing much closer to her mentor and relying on her for guidance instead. This has also become the case between Paledawn and her own apprentice Dartwing who she thinks of as the son she could never have, their familial banter showing how close the bond between them is. Since kithood she always admired the work of the Medicine Cat, and there was never any doubt in her mind that she wanted to help the Clan with herbs rather than claws. But watching her brothers receive their warrior names without her left her doubting whether or not she had made the right choice. It could never be said that Paledawn isn’t happy with her position she held in life, but there were days when she wanted nothing more than the uncomplicated life of a warrior. The most obvious of those were the days she stole with the cat who was her mate in almost every sense; Tawnyflame was the the only thing that could have possibly persuaded her away from the life she loved, and they enjoyed a secret relationship throughout Paledawn's apprentice days. But when she took over as the Clan's sole medicine cat she forced herself to see sense, though the two she-cats still promised each other that they would retire together one day and be true to themselves at long last. Tawnyflame's tragic early death was a blow that Paledawn never truly recovered from, and while alone in the elder's den she can only look forward to being reunited with the cat she's waited a lifetime for.
names ~ palekit, palepaw, paledawn affiliations ~ ravenclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% ravenclan orientation ~ homosexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ tawnyflame attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ jadefeather & stoneclaw siblings ~ kitesun, sootwing half siblings ~ ashenstar, cedarbreeze neices/nephews ~ coalfur, hawkstrike, rowanmask, siltpaw, stoneshade grandparents ~ birchfeather, dovepool aunts/uncles ~ brightpool mentor ~ brightpool apprentice ~ dartwing, rosedawn (unofficially)
Softly doth the raven sound >> Openthese are my { confessions } - rc>alone< we are weak :: {together} we can do much - niftyy"Healing takes courage..." [[Medicine Cat Meeting]]journey through the u.n.k.o.w.n [nifty]THIS IS MY [ K I N G D O M ] COME -- openpiece by little piece -- { silent }the ~night~ is not always •dark• || matcheswhen all is /said\ and {done} ... nifty"To ask if I am mischevous..." [[ open ]]and it's blurring (silent)Familiar faces in unfamiliar places..."Know your enemy and know yourself..." [[ ac battle #2 ]]with you went {so much} of me // [emberstreak kitting]Every night, I dream you're still here. (Dragon)she could help {everyone} except herself // nifty"Home Is Where Your Story Began" (Nifty Silent)>> but you can always be {brave} [rc border patrol]if the night is BURNING i will cover my EYES -- [ fire plot ]burn everything you love, then burn the ASHES (fire subplot)not {all} are willing to {sacrifice} (si!)"The act of dying..." [[ liongaze kits & meddies ]]history has its ((eyes)) on you -- sii//storms// beneath your skin ☁ darkieewhen the days are cold . . . [ nifty, sirent, matches ]I am flesh and I am bone (silent)the WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ]{f.e.a.r} has two meanings -- flood subthread twoto make it through the / rain / -- [ fire / flood reunion ]those three W O R D S are said too M U C H -- silentMoving past the pain is not as easy as it seems (silent)you don't have to p r e t e n d // niftyit takes both sides to build a ~ bridge ~ // darkie & crowyou waited (( smiling )) for this - darkiefate itself is staring me down — silentwe are the products of our past — ashenstar's kitting“I have loved the stars too fondly...” {medicine cat meeting}let's see how far we've come (si) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 15:42:10 GMT -6
P I N E W H I S K E Rwarrior of willowclancalico tom with amber eyes june 15th 2015 - ongoing
Pinewhisker's pelt is bright white with patches of warm orange and brown, finished with bright golden eyes. Even at his age he still hasn't outgrown his kithood fuzzy look, as his long coat and pluming tail make him look much younger than is. He is a large cat with a stocky frame, and could truly be described as a gentle giant. A soft, fuzzy pelt and lopsided grin give this tom the look of an overgrown kit rather than the experienced warrior he truly is, and his innocent personality only contributes more to this facade. Pinewhisker takes delight in the simplest of things, and a short attention span means he could be listening one moment but being entranced by a butterfly the next. He can be very clingy, especially with his siblings who he loves and trusts above all others. In addition to this he has a near-constant need for contact with others, be it his endless chattering or requiring a great deal of physical contact to keep himself grounded. Without this he can space out easily, needing a reminder that he exists in the real world. As a result he has a limited conception of personal space, meaning his presence could easily be found annoying. He is very in tune with other cats’ emotions, and always seems to know when a cat is in need of comfort or cheering up. His greatest worry is that his clanmates would push him away, and his desperate wish to be accepted means he will often embarrass himself in attempt to gain attention. Pinewhisker is undeniably a clumsy cat, tripping over his oversized paws while hunting, fighting, or even just taking a walk. It’s this absence of co-ordination that helped form his wariness for conflict, and as much as he ponders over it he simply cannot understand why all cats can’t live together in peace. This means he wouldn’t hesitate to give help to a cat from beyond WillowClan’s boundaries; his naive tendency to trust too much could easily land him in trouble. Although he seems to lack in intelligence due to his nonsensical ramblings, it is common in times of crisis for him to unexpectedly come out with an idea that doesn’t fall short of genius. His inquisitive nature means he always wants to be where the action is, but upon confronting a problem he would much rather hide behind his Clanmates then be the first to go out and investigate. Pinewhisker's personal life has been more complicated than most, but to anyone who enquired he would honestly say that he could not be more happy with everything he has. He is a father to five kits who he loves more than anything, has a mate who is his best friend, remains close with the cat who he once loved just as much, and maintains good relationships with the apprentices he has taught. As far as he is concerned, he couldn't want for anything more.
names ~ pinekit, pinepaw, pinewhisker affiliations ~ willowclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% willowclan orientation ~ aro bisexual notable features ~ autistic, sterile mate ~ spiderfrost former mate ~ cloudfern foster kits ~ morningflight (spiderfrost), junipercloud, nettleshade, rushwind, sagewhisper (cloudfern) parents ~ palefire & thornfang siblings ~ deerpaw, owlscreech, snowcreek nieces/nephews ~ junipercloud, nettleshade, newtpaw, rushwind, sagewhisper, webpaw mentors ~ ivyflash, prickthorn apprentices ~ bayflower (temporarily), cottonflame, shrikestar
{ you } are your greatest | asset | - silent❣ dedication ❣ to | truth | - silent!you .:are:. the | strength | - wc apprenticebright as {day}, as light as {play} || open- willowclan ||dεғεпdεяƨ σғ тσмσяяσш || crow, silentcio, theatrz ||one.small.step along the (world) I go || WC ceremonyyou know i see you [ in another light ] - tribal and silentall things wrapped up nicely ~nifty [shrikepaw training]distracted [thoughts] and divided [loyalties] - silent and niftyrain came pouring ↓ down ↓ { willowclan border patrol }without RULES, there is CHAOS » s i l e n tour {fate} is beckoning . . . silent and trical!don't { focus } on where you've been (( novamaybe I should [stop] and start [confessing] . . si!i'll give you everything i have [ cloudfern's kitting! ]if it's just in my ((wildest dreams)) - croowa child with an eye for the [[ minor key ]] . darkiein a crowd of t h o u s a n d s // darkieshe's underwater again .. silenttthe WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ]s t o r m s make trees take //deeper roots\\ - [ private ]not always eye to eye // but always heart to heart ~ silentthe call isn't out there at all, it's inside me (si)ninety-three percent ✧ stardust ✧ . . . darkie |
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Post by silentpaws on May 16, 2019 15:48:31 GMT -6
P O P P Y P A Wapprentice of aspenclandark tortoiseshell she-cat with blue eyes november 22nd 2018 - ongoing
Poppypaw's tortoiseshell pelt is a striking mix of black and ginger with not even the smallest hint of white. Pale blue eyes stand out like twin stars from her otherwise dark features. Her short fur is kept neatly groomed, an ode to her very particular personality, and while not particularly small in stature she is lithe in frame. Perhaps a perpetually worried expression wouldn’t be unusual for a cat who had moons worth of experience beneath their paws, but for Poppypaw it’s been a defining feature of hers since her kithood. At heart she’s truly an optimist, which could be seen as a contradiction to her overprotective tendencies, but while she can get hung up on worst case scenarios she would always place her trust in the world being kinder than it is cruel. She will fret endlessly when those she cares about are in danger and can be snappy towards cats when they create troubles for themselves, but she has enough self-control to talk herself into believing that all will turn out right in the end. While she can be bashful around strangers she’s quick to decide whether she likes someone or not, and she is loyal to a fault to the cats she calls her friends. But when relationships turn sour she can refuse to let them go, and would pursue a lost friend endlessly with the belief that she could make everything better again. She’s predominantly a peacekeeper, determined to be a force for good in the world, but if someone was to attack her then she wouldn’t hesitate to fight her corner. Her disposition for healing doesn’t end there; Poppypaw’s interest in herbs stemmed from her earliest days and she quickly found herself drawn to the medicine cat’s den like a moth to a flame. It can’t be denied that she is sensitive, some might say too sensitive to be a medicine cat, but she can put on a courageous face if she needs to and channel her sorrow into only being more kind. She can be prone to panic in stressful situations especially when there’s uncertainty involved, but when others are at stake she can keep her emotions under firm wraps until the need for unbreakable control is over. It’s in the aftermath of a crisis that she’ll fall apart, too wrapped up in everything that could have gone wrong to remember that she was capable enough to handle it all. But very few cats will see that side of Poppypaw as she prefers to be known instead for the traits she’s more proud of; endlessly kind, fiercely compassionate, and quietly brave.
names ~ poppykit, poppypaw affiliations ~ aspenclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 50% aspenclan, 50% willowclan orientation ~ bisexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ n/a attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ cloverstripe & shadebreeze siblings ~ anisepaw, yarrowpaw grandparents ~ icepetal, talonstrike aunts/uncles ~ hollowecho mentor ~ echofrost apprentice ~ n/a
beware the first {{ ripples }} of change - niftyEveryones path has its own destiny (Poppypaw training) |
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Post by silentpaws on May 17, 2019 6:34:46 GMT -6
S M A L L K I T
kit of ravenclan
brown and white tabby she-cat with green eyes
date - ongoing
Detailed appearance
Bio
names ~ smallkit
affiliation ~ ravenclan { birth & current }
heritage ~ 100% ravenclan
orientation ~ heterosexual
notable features ~ agoraphobia
mate ~ n/a
attractions ~ n/a
kits ~ n/a
parents ~
siblings ~ n/a
mentor ~ n/a
apprentice ~ n/a
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Post by silentpaws on May 17, 2019 6:42:25 GMT -6
S T O N E S H A D E warrior of ravenclan
black tom with green eyes
january 25th 2017 - ongoing
Stoneshade's pelt is pure black from nose to tail, with gentle pale green eyes. His long fur hides a strong and well built frame, and he never quite grew into the oversized paws he had as a kit.
With a black pelt and quiet personality, it would be easy to disregard this tom. That is, if he hadn’t been born into a life of high status that many cats could only dream of. But Stoneshade has never appreciated what his parents’ positions have given him; with his mother as the deputy and his father as both the leader and medicine cat's brother, it would have been easy for him to take advantage of those privileges when he was young. More than anything else he values the rewards of hard work, striving to carve a path for himself within the Clan that doesn’t hinge on the success of his predecessors. Stoneshade’s compassionate nature makes him a good advice giver, with foresight far beyond his age and a surprisingly broad range of knowledge. Another great strength of his is in close combat, using his sheer size and strength to his absolute advantage though outside the rush of battle he can hardly stand the sight or scent of blood. He would never shy away from battle though as much as he would never instantly resort to it; even if he doesn't like something he will always put his head down and get a job done if necessary. An excellent relationship with his mentor both during and after his apprenticeship has lent him the skills to be a great teacher himself, and has the right combination of patience and self-confidence to be someone that young cats naturally look up to. He has all the traits to make an amazing leader, but Stoneshade has no intention of following in his aunt’s footsteps. This has led him to stray slightly from his family despite the close bond he still maintains with his littermates, having always preferred to make friends outside his family and forge his own separate relationships. He is very selective about those he calls friend, preferring to have a small circle of those he truly cares about around him than become the popular cat that he could so easily be. Since losing both his parents he's come to regret not spending more time with his family while he still could, and it's made him determined to live firmly in the present and appreciate even the most menial encounters. Every day brings a new opportunity for him, and he will always trust that life will take him in the right direction and focus on where he is at any time rather than worrying about the future. Above all else Stoneshade wants to bring honour to his family and Clan, and make his Clanmates remember his name with pride.
names ~ stonekit, stonepaw, stoneshade affiliations ~ ravenclan { birth & current } heritage ~ 100% ravenclan orientation ~ heterosexual notable features ~ n/a mate ~ monarchflame attractions ~ n/a kits ~ n/a parents ~ heatherflame & cedarbreeze siblings ~ hawkstrike, rowanmask grandparents ~ jadefeather, russetshade, speckleface, thunderflare aunts/uncles ~ ashenstar half-aunts/half-uncles ~ kitesun, paledawn, sootwing cousins ~ alpinepaw, darkpaw, mistypaw half-cousins ~ coalfur, siltpaw nieces/nephews ~ aurorapaw, azurepaw mentor ~ brackenstripe apprentice ~ siltpaw
and so the adventure begins ✶ [ heather's kitting! ]{ troubles seem so far } . . silent & trical!"To ask if I am mischievous..." [[open]]I'm not weird, I'm limited edition (Stonepaw training thread)for now i'll admire you from afar ... matchestradition of opposition -- [ private ]>> but you can always be {brave} [rc border patrol]we can't compete with all that . . . matchesto repaint, and repaint, every day . . . [darkie]the WATER rises up our //walls// - [ flood plot ]we must /stand together/ ~ flood subthread threethe only enemy you ever loose to . . . niftycolours of day ☀ dawn into the mind [ siltpaw training ] |
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