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 Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 8:38 pm
Owner: KittySongLUVsJONASBoys  . : About Me : .My name is Onekit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm New-born.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Shimmerstep [mom], Guardianvow [dad].. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
Shimmerstep - mommy
Guardianvow - daddy
The stars
Moon
Beatles
My least favorite things...
Meanies
Watching others in pain
Being all alone
And, my fears.
Mom and Dad getting hurt
Deep water
Foxes. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Onekit is average. She's not terribly shy but neither is she really outgoing. There's a fine line between being shy and secluded and outgoing and annoying; she is sitting in the middle of that line. Being an only kit, she doesn't quite know what everyone else talks about when they start meowing about siblings and such. She's a little curious about why she's the only kit out of the litter but she doesn't press the matter much.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Onekit is a pretty silver Bengal she-cat. She is small in stature and short in length but she is quick and she uses that to her advantage. The silvery cat has pretty silver eyes. Her nose is a dark colour and her ears are... Well, upon the first glance her ears look bigger than normal.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born to Shimmerstep and Guardianvow of Nightclan; Onekit is the only kit in the litter. She absolutely adores her parents and enjoys conversing with her mother; usually only playing with the other kits when she's asked by them or told to go play by her mother or father [sometimes both of them tell her this].
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Posted: Wed Jul 04, 2012 4:53 pm
Owner: skyblue2014  . : About Me : . My name is Treewhisker.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons.
I'm a New Warrior.
My kin include Poisintail(Father), Leafear(Mother), and Amberclaw(sister)[All Deceased]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> Nightclan
> Starclan
> Peace
> Hunting
> Kits
> Elders
> Night
> Mice
> Forests
My least favorite things...
> War
> Fights
> Killing
> Monsters
> Sickness
And, my fears.
> Death
> Fires
> Sickness
> Clan's Disapproval . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Treewhisker is a very negative cat and always looks at things it he worst possible way. When something is going wrong her words sometimes make things even worse. Deep down in her personality though she is a very sound cat and doesn't want to cause problems. Treewhisker looks at herself as a bringer of bad luck. She is also a very clumsy cat that trips over her own tail all the time. She is very to herself sometimes and normally never feels accepted by her clan mates.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Treewhisker has mostly a white pelt with black spots all over her. Her back is black and so is her tail. The back of her hind legs are black, but the front of her hind legs are white. Her front legs are white and the back of her neck is white. She has black ears and a black mask on her face that covers one eye. Her nose is pink and her eyes have a bit of pink around them. Her eyes are an warm amber color.
My history, don't go poking around!
Treewhisker was born in Nightclan, but not from two Nightclan cats. Her father was a Nightclan warrior, but her mother was a rogue. When her father mated with her mother the clan allowed her to stay in the clan until she had her kits. Treewhisker was one of the two kits born, but her sister Amberclaw died in a fight with a rogue that knew their mother. Treewhisker's mother had to leave the clan after the kits were 2 moons old so Treewhisker never knew her mother really. Her father choose to go with her mother and both were killed by starvation. Now Treewhisker just got her warrior name and holds it with pride.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 3:44 pm
Owner: Timecraze  . : About Me : . My name is Shadowmoon.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm twenty seven moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Heathertail [mother; deceased] and Darkwing [father; deceased]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
✓ the stars
✓ hunting
✓ peace and quiet
✓ warmth
✓ frogs
✓ crickets
✓ climbing trees
✓ cool weather
✓ having company
My least favorite things...
✗ pain
✗ unneccessary violence
✗ "exceptions" of the Warrior Code
✗ judgement of other Nightclan cats
✗ being called insensitive
✗ other's misery
✗ being useless
✗ disrespect
✗ snow
And, my fears.
☒ death
☒ the sound of thunder . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Calm, cool, and collected is a good way to describe my personality. I don't seem to be bothered by things, but I think it's because of my high tolerance and patience. Sometimes other cats think I'm insensitive, but that's not true at all. I'm very capable of emotions, it just takes me a while to express them. I actually care a lot about my clan mates. But sometimes it's best not to seem like it, just so you're not taken advantage of, you know?
I'm a passive-agressive kind of cat. When I'm mad, I have an eerie sort of calm to me. It's actually easier to tell when I'm mad than I let on. I can hold grudges, but often times I don't. Again, my patience and tolerance for certain things run high. But if you pass the border, then it turns into a problem. I'm undyingly loyal to my Clan and I'm not afraid to defend what I believe in. As a matter of fact, some things I won't tolerate are judgment and harassment of others. If you don't have something nice to say about your own Clan mates, then don't say anything at all. It's not fair to them. And I suppose I feel the same way about judging the other Clans too. I don't think it's very respectful to gossip. We all worship the same Starclan, don't we?
I have a sense of humor, believe it or not. Socializing's pretty fun and I often use mild teasing or jokes to ease tension in hard times. I try my best to make sure everyone isn't feeling horrible. Call my a martyr, if you will. A secretive one, really. I don't like to let others know I'm helping them. I use discreet methods -- like the jokes and such.
It's what I am, like it or not.
There's not really anything special about how I look. I'm a pretty average sized tom -- you know, broad shoulders and face, large paws, larger build than she-cats; the basic gist. My fur is mid-length and black. The lightest shade of my fur is a chocolately brown, which is the top layer of my fur on my chest and belly. The rest is just plain old black. Oh well, now that I think about it, there is something special about me. My eyes are two different colors. My right eye is golden yellow while my left is a pale green. I don't know why they're like that, but they are. I was born with it, I guess.
My history, don't go poking around!
I've had a fairly normal life in Nightclan. I was born to two loyal, clan born cats named Heathertail and Darkwing. I grew up as a single kit, but had plenty of nursery mates to fill the void. I was a typical kit, always play fighting, chasing frogs around camp, and getting into mischeif. Though, when my first leaf-bare came around, I suffered a painful loss.
My mother, Heathertail, got sick. She had decided to remain a queen after having me, since the clan always needed a few extra cats here and there. Plus, she was a gentle cat and didn't want to be involved in any more major fights. I was close to being apprenticed when she died, so I was rather crushed when she wasn't able to be there with me. My father lived on though, and he only recently died of old age.
Anyways, I was trained like any other apprentice and became a warrior on the designated night. After that, I was all grown up: a dedicated warrior of Nightclan.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 7:45 am
Owner: Fruitbasketlover1568  . : About Me : . My name is Brooktail.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm twenty two moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Blackclaw (Father) Bluefeather (Mother) Toadstool (Brother) All Deceased. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
•Darkness
•Doing things on my own
•Watching the Stars
My least favorite things...
•Fighting Between Clans
•Not being able to get Peace and Quite
And, my fears.
•Being killed by Foxes
•Sound of Dogs . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Brooktail keeps to herself most of the time since loosing her brother Toadstool. But when she does open up she is a really sweet she-cat who is caring as well as helpfull. Brooktail also cares about everyone of her clan mates wellbeing, even if she is not doing so well. She may have a temper sort-to-say when she gets pissed at something that she may have done to herself or someone else. She won't yell at others on purpose but she just may go off once in a while.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Brooktail is a grayish, silver she-cat. Her pelt is long and fluffy as well. She's a little shorter than most she-cats, and she has light green eyes. There is nothing really special about how she looks.
My history, don't go poking around!
Brooktail was one of two kits that her mother, Bluefeather had. Her brother's name was Toadstool. While in the nursery Brooktail and Toadstool never really saw their father, Blackclaw, until they were just about to become apprentices. Blackclaw never really showed an interest in Brooktail, just only her brother as they were apprentices. The she-cat was close to her mother when she was an apprentice. She would always go over to her mother and talk to her and ask her about things. But just before Brooktail and her brother Toadstool became warriors, their mother quickly became ill and died. All three of them, Blackclaw, Toadstool and Brooktail herself, were in complete shock from it. But they all had to shake the feeling off to go back to their duties. The very next moon, Brooktail and Toadstool finally recieved their warrior names in front of the whole clan. Two moons into being warriors, Brooktail and her brother had another loss, their father was killed by foxes while he was out hunting. The two siblings now stuck together more and went out hunting together at every chance they got. Just as the two cats were about to turn twenty moons old, Brooktail once again found herself mourning due to the fact her brother had fallen ill, just like their mother had and passed away. It has been tough on Brooktail loosing everyone of her family. She still thinks about her brother Toadstool everyday and wonders how he is doing in Starclan.
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Posted: Mon Jul 08, 2013 5:18 pm
Owner: Winged Timberwolf  . : About Me : . My name is Freekit.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom-kitten, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Richmoon (father), Roseleaf (NPC mother), Coykit (NPC sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
• watching the sunrise/sunset
• moving about, feeling my muscles in action, feeling the breeze on my fur
• My family
My least favorite things...
• Death/dying
• Blood
And, my fears.
• Intense Monophobia (fear of being alone)
• Slightly afraid of the dark (making him the opposite of a "night owl") . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I act very oddly, for a kitten. I'm calm and collected, and not very exciteable. I'm almost just really happy to be alive. It's kind of like being quietly content. I'm pretty sweet, and I'd love to talk with you.
It's what I am, like it or not.
In human terms, I'm a mix between a british shorthair and a scottish fold, but I have no idea what those words mean. My long-haired fur is cream-colored with brown stripes (but the stripes get darker down my body; the stripes on my head are light brown while the stripes on my tail are practically black). My eyes are a soft teal (which is a bluish green color); my nose is pink; and my pawpads are black.
My history, don't go poking around!
I'm being born right now, you goose! But, for those of you who might remember, I used to have a very Noble Heart. In fact, some might say I was a short-lived Guardian.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 2:18 pm
Owner: bleu_jays  . : About Me : . My name is Graystorm.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm twenty-eight moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Spiderclaw (father; deceased), Addertail (mother; deceased), and Stonetooth (brother; recently deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> peace
> quiet
> leaf-fall and newleaf
> evenings
> cool and/or dry weather
> sparring, hunting and most warrior responsibilities
> light sleep
My least favorite things...
< unneccessary conflict
< unrest within the Clan (between Clanmates especially)
< greenleaf and leafbare, for different reasons
< lack of prey
< sharp-tongued, insolent or generally spiteful cats
< underbelly wounds
< too much faith in StarClan
And, my fears.
< war
< poisons and disease
< being crippled
< death . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Graystorm surprises most with his serene demeanor. It isn't to say that he's content with anything, but he doesn't allow bursts of anger or fear to surface past his hardened exterior. Apprentices might see him as bitter or critical, but the tom tries to give young cats advice when they seek it, and he does not cushion his points. That being said, he does enjoy the company of his Clanmates--each are interesting in their own ways. But only those willing to deal with his bluntness can see that he is a truly caring cat of few words.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Named after the sky he was born beneath, Graystorm is recognized more so because of his large build than his fur color or tail. The tom boasts a solid frame of healthy muscle, carried on elegant legs that give him the height to tower over many warriors. That being said, his heavy, dark gray pelt only adds onto his foreboding appearance. It bristles naturally everywhere, on his neck and shoulders particularly. Graystorm fondly recalls his mother having to hold him down as she smoothed out the tufts of thick fur, muttering how unappreciative he was to squirm in her grasp, for if not for her frequent bathing he'd look like an unkempt elder's nest. He must have picked up the habit, for the tom now routinely shares tongues with his Clanmates.
It's said that the tom took after his parents in more ways than one; his pale golden eyes are very much so that of Addertail's, while his coloration is of his father's.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born to a pair of strong NightClan warriors, Graystorm was one of two kits in his litter. The parents, were a loud couple, constantly bickering and hissing this or that at each other; it wasn't a surprise that not even their kits could bring them together. Spiderclaw was a dark, wiry, lithe male with long legs and large eyes, while his mate of only a few moons was a strong, stout female with a narrow snout and eyes like two golden slits. His brother, Stonetooth, who took after their father, was a sickly kit, short-haired and thus unprepared for the cold of leaf-fall that they would have to brave in their first crucial months as kits. By newleaf, Graypaw had shown enough potential and interest in warrior activities to have been assigned a mentor, while Stonekit was deemed still too weak to begin his training. The brothers would grow apart gradually for many moons, with Stonekit focusing on bettering himself to please the Clan's leader. Coincidentally, seasons later, when both kits completed their training as apprentices, they were given their warrior names at once, in one joyous ceremony. Graystorm felt pride for his brother, but Stonetooth had all but forgotten about his kin. Spiderclaw had contracted greencough and joined StarClan while they were apprentices. Addertail scarcely spoke to either of them since being able to return to her warrior duties, and not long after their ceremony, she was slayed in combat. Graystorm understood that his brother wanted no part of his life, having always lived in his shadow, and respected his choices. The few hunting and border patrols they had went on in the seasons after are all the tom remembers of his brother. His remains were eventually found in an abandoned fox's den after the Clan noticed his absence.
Graystorm does not consider himself to be alone within his Clan, however there is a slight pang in his chest whenever a cat mentions his late parents or brother. As many do say, the Clan is like kin, but it is not kin. The tom now focuses on his work and dedication to his Clanmates, and perhaps, to an eventual mate.((Sorry for the wait! But here he is. I can change anything if it's wrong or something. uvu))
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Posted: Mon Jul 21, 2014 6:46 pm
WTNC Mule Medicine cat apprentice slot Hi! if I can be accepted, I will gladly take this position. I just need to know the requirements..
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