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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:31 am
 Welcome, BreezeClan warriors. Here is where your cat profile is posted AFTER THEY HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED IN THE PROFILE APPROVAL THREAD, and where you character comes alive. (We post them here ourselves, don't worry). You are small and wiry, but tough. You take offense easily, like your ancestors of WindClan.
Your leader is Galestar
Your deputy is Valiantstride
Your medicine cat is temporarily Moonblaze
Your medicine cat apprentice is MosspawWelcome to our Clan!( If you ever need to add information to these, such as name changes, ask your Clan Moderator to edit it for you.
The BreezeClan Moderator is Winged Timberwolf.
The BC Mod Assistant is Music--n--Love--4-Life (technically) )
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:02 pm
Owner: Winged Timberwolf  . : About Me : .My name is Galestar.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 60 moons.
I'm the leader.
My kin include Avalon (adoptive mother); Diamondkit, Crystalkit, Galekit, Billowingkit, Whirlkit, and Amethystkit (children).
My mate is Frostclaw.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
} Flying
} Frostclaw :{3
} Kittans!
} My Clan
} The sky
} Pretty much everything I can think of! :{D
My least favorite things...
} Seeing my clanmates suffer
} Death
} The Star Slayers >:{C
And, my fears.
} That I am an unfit leader
} Not much else! C}: . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Galestar is a happy-go-lucky fellow who likes to give long, encouraging speeches/lectures. He is hyper-eccentric and likes to break personal bubbles with glomps and playtime. No matter who the warrior, Galestar will share tongues with them, and has no shame in playing with kittens when he's not busy. He is extremely kind and forgiving, though too forgiving at times. He always tries to see the good in cats, even where there is none, and has a special hyper-sensetive power where his sixth sense is amplified so that he can interperet feelings much more clearly and can usually guess what someone is feeling spot-on, though love used to be the one thing he couldn't catch (but now he can since he's fallen in love...<3 ). You can speak to Galestar about anything, and he will try his best to help you.
He also has always had a delusion that he could fly (because of where he was raised, explained in the history part of this bio), and still stubbornly believes he can, though he attempts it less often.
It's what I am, like it or not.
He's a lithe, creamy brown warrior with chocolate-brown markings and crisp sky-blue eyes. His muzzle is narrower and longer than normal cats, and his tail is skinny and long (a perfect whip! >:{3 ). His brown markings have a reddish tint to them in sunlight. His ears are long and pointed, revealing his good hearing senses, and despite his skinny build has strong and thick muscles. He has a deeply profound connection to StarClan (even since birth) that tied him to them in ways more than the normal warrior. His eyes sometimes cross while he's talking, a side-effect of being siamese, but he seems to never notice it, thinking other cats to it too.
My history, don't go poking around!
Galestar was born in BreezeClan, but when he was barely a moon old, he and his twin brother wandered out of camp and were catnapped by an eagle. The Clan assumed they were dead and did not search for them. However, one day, Galekit was found in an abandoned bird's nest high up in an oak tree, playing with a soft white eagle feather. The nest was too small to be an eagle's, and how he got the feather is unknown. When asked what he was doing, Galekit replied, "I'm learning how to fly!" His brother was never found, and Galestar does not remember he ever had a brother. In fact, his parents asked everyone not to mention his brother, for they feared he might have witnessed his brother's death and repressed the memory, and they did not wish to bring up such sad things.
He was brought back to the Clan to his relieved parents. Everyone thought it was a good omen for a tiny kit to have the giant feather of a deadly eagle. He keeps the feather under his nest in the leader's den. Due to the fact that he only remembers being raised by the bird, Avalon, he believes he will one day be able to fly.
Galestar has always been an enthusiastic cat. He was friendly towards all his Clanmates. He has been faced with the escapades of the Slayers and the misfortune that was the Doveflight bloodline, but he managed to keep the Clan alive through it all. He still feels guilty and unhappy about his skills as a leader, but acts self-confident in front of others.
His new litter of kittens make him happy beyond words, and he squeezes in all the time he can get from them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:04 pm
Owner: XEchoingSilenceX  . : About Me : . My name is Valiantstride.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 25 moons (2 years 1 month).
I'm the deputy.
My kin include Silvermoon (mother, retired), Sedgeclaw (father, retired), two deceased siblings. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ The ladies~
+ Rabbits
+ Patrols
+ Apprentices and kits
+ Gentle breezes
+ Ladies complimenting his handsome good looks
+ All his clanmates
My least favorite things...
- Fierce gales
- Sheep
- Rats
- Clanmates suffering
And, my fears.
// Failing Galestar
// Breezeclan its trust in him
// Monsters
// Love. Yes, love. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Valiantstride has a bit of a gallant hero, “knight in shining fur” complex. He often believes he has to step in and “save the day” if anything is wrong, such as a petty squabble within the clan or a fight breaking out. He is a self proclaimed noble hero and tries his best to be a valiant and righteous tom, and if kits pester him he will tell (often exaggerated) stories of his glorious fights and heroic moments of his past. He has a self-made code of honour which does not allow him to attack she-cats, as he firmly believes that a proper tom should not harm a hair on any female. He is a strict follower of the warrior code, viewing it as the ancient and righteous code that has been passed down through generations and must not be disobeyed. As well as having a big hero personality, he is a loyal warrior at heart and will gladly protect Breezeclan with his life. With a jolly, forgiving attitude, he has a tendency to give other cats nicknames, whether they like it or not. He is a bit of a charmer with she-cats and will flirt with them playfully but none of his affectionate words hold any meaning, as he is unwilling to open up his heart to another.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Handsome, muscular and resembling a miniature tiger, Valiantstride spends hours each day grooming his sleek tabby fur. He is a ginger tom with very distinctive tabby stripes, and his unique markings make him stand out in a crowd. Although he is not particularly large, he has very muscular quarters which allow him to sprint at high speeds, as well granting him a powerful jump. He is a handsome tiger-striped tom and he knows it well, often using his looks to charm she-cats.
My history, don't go poking around!
Valiantstride was the oldest in a litter of three. At that time, warriors were scarce in Breezeclan so his parents often had to leave them alone for long periods of time in the nursery. Since Valiantkit was the oldest, he was put in charge of his younger siblings, and he took on the role as their protector. However, disaster struck one day as a fox raided the camp, carrying off Vaiantkit’s two siblings despite Valiantkit’s desperate and futile attempts to fight off the fox. His parents were not in camp and even though Valiantkit's squeaks alerted the other cats and the clan managed to drive the fox out, his siblings were still taken. To this day, Valiantstride still blames himself for his siblings’ deaths.
The day he was made a warrior, he swore to be a gallant warrior who would lay his life down for Breezeclan without a doubt. Gifted with good looks, many she-cats tried to win his affections, but Valiantstride found himself drawn to a pretty white she-cat named Eclipsesky. It started off with them playfully teasing each other, then they gradually spent more time together. The two grew close and became more than just good friends, spending long periods of time sharing tongues everyday. Alas, that good fortune did not last long for Valiantstride.
Valiantstride had been wanting to ask her to be his mate but could never bring himself to ask the ultimate question, and finally on a day of leaf-green four moons ago, he plucked up his courage and set his mind on confessing his love for Eclipsesky. She had been chosen to go along on the dawn patrol, and Valiantstride used this time to go over his prepared speech, having chosen his words carefully - along with a little help from some of his clanmates. Pacing around in circles in his den, Valiantstride tried to build up his courage for the ultimate moment.
Yowls of shock and horror rose from the camp, and Valiantstride looked outside to see what was going on. His clanmates were crowding around something, and he pushed past the crowd to see what the fuss was about...only to be met with Eclipsesky's bloodied and broken body. She had been hit by a monster while chasing a rabbit, and died instantly. Valiantstride could only stare open-mouthed in shock, unable to take it in. The she-cat he had loved and had planned on asking to be his mate, now lay dead before him. He spent moons silently grieving, hiding his grief from his clan as he carried out his warrior duties. He made a vow to Eclipsesky that he would never love another, and that she would always have a special place in his heart. Even today, behind his jolly attitude and valiant demeanour, is a tom unwilling and unable to love another.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:05 pm
medicine cat slot. (none currently)
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:05 pm
Owned by: Music--n--Love--4-Life  . : About Me : .My name is Mosspaw.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Seven Moons.
I'm a Medicine Cat Apprentice.
My kin include mum and dad, Gingerkit [sister-deceased], Thornkit [brother-deceased].. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
Herbs
Wolfspirit ⇨ My mentor
Running
Starclan
Open Moors
Watching New Apprentices
Herb Hunting
Stars
My least favorite things...
Sick Cats ⇨ Hearing that they're sick makes my heart sink
Really Big Birds
Leaf Bare
Bitter Cats
And, my fears.
Losing Wolfspirit too soon
Really Big Birds
Losing those close to her. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Mosspaw is your average cat. She isn't overly energetic and bouncy but she's not secluded either. Her attitude sometimes depends on whom she is with but not always. She is very curious and loves to learn. Mosspaw always likes to hear both sides of the story before she makes a decision and she's fair. She's not one to get angry easily but she is passionate. So while she might not be angry, she might raise her voice if she is passionate enough about what is being spoken about.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Simply put, Mosspaw is a black and white she-cat. The area around her muzzle is white as well as her paws. The rest is spread out between black and white. She has vibrant green eyes and an adorable bright pink nose. She's small in stature but like a normal Breezeclan cat she is quick and agile.
My history, don't go poking around!
Mosspaw was born here in Breezeclan to two loyal warriors. She was the only kit from the litter that survived. Nothing too tragic though; the little things that newborns sometimes got sick with was too much for the kits to handle. It happens sometimes. Anyways, her parents were looking forward to the day that she would become a warrior apprentice. So you could imagine their surprise when she said she wanted to train under Wolfspirit; their medicine cat. When asked why, she simply stated that she loved helping and she loved herbs. It took a little while for her parents to warm up to the idea; her mother got into the rhythm of the idea much quicker than her father did but both are okay with it now.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:07 pm
Owner: Winged Timberwolf  . : About Me : . My name is Embergaze.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 32 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Bearkit and Poisekit (children by Mapleleaf). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
=+= Beautiful skies
=+= Solitude...I-I mean, friends?!
=+= Kittens
=+= Running
=+= Mentoring
=+= Feeling important...
=+= Mapleleaf...=//A//=
+=+ Friendly cats...C:
My least favorite things...
+=+ Death
+=+ When it's my fault
+=+ Responsibility...err, irresponsibility!
+=+ Evil creatures
+=+ Insults
+=+ Cold
+=+ Fighting
And, my fears.
/+/ Death
/+/ Rejection
/+/ Embarrassing moments
/+/ Failure
/+/ Nightmares
/+/ Apprentices...(they always suffer with me as their menor...) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
When Embergaze was an apprentice, he was shy and unsociable. He was a quiet, observant cat, who spoke only when spoken to, or when he decided he needed to. He had no friends, but that's most likely because he didn't speak to anyone. If one had talked to him, they would've found a sweet, thoughtful cat, who was slightly shy when around others. He tried not to be the best warrior of all but to be the most level-headed warrior of all. He was (and is) very intellegent for his age and treated (and treats) females with respect.
He feared any interaction with cats because he was afraid he'd get hurt, or that he'd hurt the other cat without realizing it. He was also self-concious about his massive body- at apprentice age, he looked like a full-grown warrior! However, he's trying to change and come out of his shell. He now forces himself to be more outgoing. He did and still does stutter a lot.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A soft gray tom with orange eyes. His front body is light gray, and his pelt gets darker along the end of his body. His tail-tip and back paws are dark grey. His eyes turn gold in the sunlight. His whiskers are whitish grey. He is a massive cat (especially now that he's full grown) who has a deep baratone voice that used to make him shy of talking, though he tries to talk more now. His claws are thick and sharp.
My history, don't go poking around!
Embergaze was born in the Clans to fullblood parents. They were both boastful and vain and died in battle because of their arrogance. He thought that he must be the opposite in order to survive, so he was a very shy and distant kitten as a tom. He has since matured.
Falling in love with Mapleleaf and having kittens with her are the best things that have ever happened to him. He loves his family. He also has a spiritual power that very few know about.
Some ghosts from his past are Oakpaw and Smokepaw; both of these cats were his apprentices who died mid-training. Oakpaw was killed by one of Talon's minions and Smokepaw was murdered by his kin. Embergaze blames himself for both of their deaths and is weary about accepting a new apprentice, as he feels like he is a curse upon any kitten.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:09 pm
Owner: XNekoponX  . : About Me : . My name is Snowcherry.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 25 moons old.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Unknown Mother, Unknown Father, Hauntednight (Brother), Pebbleheart (Deceased;Sister-in-Law), Blossomkit (Deceased;Sister-in-Law), Trapflight (Deceased;Son), Sandpaw (Deceased;Daughter), Firerain (Son), Rock-kit (Deceased;Son), Shadestripe (Deceased;Nephew), Siegefury (Nephew), and Swallowflight (Niece).
My mate was Shadow.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
❥ Breezes/Wind
❥ Warmth
❥ Snow/Ice/Snowflakes
❥ Happiness
❥ Nature
❥ My kits and family
❥ BreezeClan and everyone in it
❥ Helping others
❥ Hunting
❥ Comfort
❥ Being loved
❥ Positive emotions
❥ Serving the Clan
❥ Kits
❥ Friendship/Friends
❥ Hauntednight, Valiantstride, Passionflood, Embergaze, Galestar, and Serpentfang
❥ Cute/Pretty/Sparkly things
❥ Watching snow fall
❥ Dreaming
❥ Flowers, especially heather, my favorite
❥ Heather Nectar...it's really sweet
❥ Rabbits, both for food and how they look <3
My least favorite things...
✖ Negative emotions/Unhappy Cats
✖ Cats suffering
✖ Pain
✖ Dead things
✖ Water
✖ Two-legs
✖ Death
✖ Problems/Issues/Trouble
✖ Rude, Mean, or Terrible Cats
And, my fears.
☠ Lightning/Thunder/Storms in general
☠ Losing a loved one
☠ Being utterly alone
☠ BreezeClan being lost
☠ Destruction of the Clans and the Clan's way of life
☠ The Star Slayers
☠ Snakes
☠ Bees, even though we rarely see them on BreezeClan territory
☠ Dead fish eyes...
☠ Frogs
☠ Death
☠ Blood, both of them, I'm serious
☠ Foxfire...
☠ Falling in love again/Love.... : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Snowcherry is a young warrior of BreezeClan, and she is very proud to call herself a member of this Clan of the moors. This loyal she-cat would never intentionally do anything to anyone that would be terrible or selfish. The she-cat is always appreciating everything she has and the little things in life, making sure she isn’t taking anything granted. She’s the cat you’d want if you were looking for a great warrior. She isn’t just the thoughtful, motherly, honest, sickeningly sweet cat everyone’s thought of her to be.
This kind of cat is one you can look up to and depend on, even in the times of greatest need or destruction. She will not let you down, she has a strong sense of justice, is a natural hard worker who won't stop until the job is done, and is intent on doing anything in her power to protect and serve you. Speaking of protectiveness, Snowcherry will go to any measure to protect her fellow clanmates, and really, anyone that is a good cat in heart, no matter who you are. Her fierce loyalty to her leader, friends, and clanmates is one of her best overall traits. She will never go down without a fight, for you, and for herself.
Many things can name her personality, but one of her main traits is her kindness. Snowcherry is probably the sweetest thing you'll ever meet in your life. She gives off this sweet and soft aura that usually makes a cat feel at peace or like this cat. Snowcherry is a loving, helpful, and caring cat, and treats her friends, enemies, and even strangers, with such. It is both a great strength, and a weakness, in itself. She'll help anything and everything that needs it and is known to be very compassionate. She’s always positive and gentle with others, her optimistic personality shining through sullen attitudes. Snowcherry is also quite motherly. She will care for any cat and will help others in the way a parent would. This sweetie is someone you’d like for a sister or mother; making her popular in the clans for her personality. She’ll love you ultimately for what’s on the inside, not the out.
A beautiful trait of Snowcherry’s is her gracefulness. She’s elegant, intelligent, and mature. She rarely, if ever, acts otherwise, and handles situations by thinking before acting. Though young, Snowcherry has shown quite the knowledge of cats beyond her years. Snowcherry is also rather social and friendly once you get to know her. She’s easy to be friends with and can adjust to her surroundings if needed. Though shy at first, she’ll warm up to you quickly. This makes her an all around, easy to make friend for others and is quite hard to dislike her, even harder to hate her. Snowcherry can’t stand seeing a sad face or negative emotions, so she’ll do a lot to help you feel better. She loves having friends and spreading her kindness to everyone, no matter who you are.
With that, she has a protective streak, especially towards her clan and loved ones. She is determined on protecting and caring for her clan, and everyone in it, even those outside of it if they are of good heart. She will go to any extent to do it, not hesitating a second to risk her life and well-being to do it. Fiercely loyal, she’ll do anything to help you. Don’t think that she is one to take advantage of. She’s smart enough to know right from wrong and do the right thing without hesitation. She is very selfless, but, will not do something that would make her clan unhappy. She really loved her “family”, and is willing to risk anything for them.
Every cat has its weaknesses, not one cat is perfect. While some think that they are “perfect”, Snowcherry can assure you that she is no were near. Though, she’s understanding and isn’t very easily angered, calm in the worst of situations, and tolerates many things which others would not, she’s still young and imperfect. She can behave in the most irrational and ridiculous ways, especially when angered. Snowcherry can snap at some of the worst things, and her anger, that would usually be in-check, is let lose in a fiery rage. This makes it hard to be approachable until she cools off. She just won’t give up in what she believes in, and won’t take no for an answer some times. She can be incredibly stubborn and hard headed, especially when is comes to helping others and protecting them. If you tell her to stay in camp for no better reason, she’ll do otherwise; she doesn’t like feeling helpless. Snowcherry also can’t stand if any cat is in trouble. Though it’s nice to be kind, sometimes, you just can’t. She feels that she has to help anyone and everyone, which others would label ridiculous. Her recklessness towards serving and fighting for her rights, beliefs, and loved ones, may one day, be her downfall.
Even though Snowcherry is who she is, she still feels sad too. When any cat dies, she’ll grieve for them and their families, even for those outside of her clan. She finds life very precious and valuable, and doesn’t think anything or anyone should lose it unless necessary. She will become very quiet, shy, and sad at news like this, especially if it’s a cat she dearly cared about. Shadow’s death is a great example. It took her days to recover, days to even acknowledge it. Shadow was always, to her, the better half of herself, he completed her. With him gone, it feels as if a large part of her soul is missing, a hole not even her brother and kits could fill.
*Fun Fact: Snowcherry is that she has a strange memory issue that causes her to forget or recieve blurry images of her memories. Whenever she tries to remember anything before her warrior ceremony, she recieves sharp pains...
*Fun Fact: Snowcherry is very and fiercely protective of her last remaining kit of her litter, Firerain. He's the only kit of hers alive, and proof of her undying love for Shadow...
*Fun Fact: Snowcherry is allergic to pollen and gets into horrible coughing and sneezing fits when this happens...in addition to this, when she gets sick, which is rare for this very healthy she-cat, she is the kind to take be extremely affected by it and stay sick for a long time.
*Fun Fact: Snowcherry, while she rarely gets angry, she'll argue like a kit with a temper when she snaps.
*Fun Fact: As her mate was killed and she's closed herself off from love, Snowcherry is piratically invulnerable to flirting. Though, when someone manages to get too close to her, she behaves like a flustered tsundere. Although, she's a master at hiding her emotions.
It's what I am, like it or not.
She may not care nor notice it, but, Snowcherry is quite the striking she-cat. Snowcherry is a mostly white she-cat, with patches of tortoiseshell fur embedded upon her flank, making her a tortoiseshell and white she-cat. Her velvet/very soft fur is a vibrant flame orange, brown, and black; with a distinctive coat. She’s sleek and well kept, making sure she’s presentable all the time. Along with her unique dappled coat, she has small white paws and a soft white muzzle. Her eyes are rimmed with dark colored fur, with a little beauty mark below her left eye. Speaking of her eyes, they may as well be one of her best features. She has large, sparkling clear, and pale jade gems for eyes; carrying to what seems to be a variety of the color in natural shades. They are usually filled with warmth and kindness, or forest-green fury; ones that you could be intimidated with or feel comforted by, depending on how she feels. Snowcherry has a mottled face with a distinct and soft pink nose. Her long-furred tail is ringed with black, gold/brown, and white with black tipped. Her face is mottled and an odd black crescent moon marks her forehead.
This young warrior is graceful, elegant, lithe, and nimble. She’s very light too, more built for speed and agility then fighting. With powerful legs and a smaller-than-average slender body, she’s one to reckon with when it comes to speed.
*Fun Fact: Some say she bares a striking resemblance to Spottedleaf, an ancient medicine cat who seems to be an ancestor of the she-cat...for reasons unknown...even to herself...
My history, don't go poking around!
”I-I…I can’t recall their faces…I can’t…remember… I can’t remember if our mother looked at us with loving warmth in her eyes, or hatred, regret, and disgust. Was our father a strong protective one, or only wished for his “burdens” to go away. Did we have other siblings? I only remember being with my brother…no one else… Anything else before that is a blur. I-It was too long ago, and it mustn't have mattered, they abandoned Hauntednight and I...”
At a tender age, Snowcherry’s earliest of memories, though very vague to remember, and only being able to recall little snippets of, is coming across land that was home to a variety of winds. She was whimpering pitifully, her eyes shut from the cold and dust that threatened her vision. She was afraid…but of what? She recalls a larger body, her brother, shielding her from the brunt of it, keeping her safe, as if she was all he had left. A comforting warm breeze caressed her shivering little body. She remembers the protective bigger body, her brother, next to her, snarling at the strangers that began to surround us. The strangers took Snowcherry, and her littermate to their new home, which they would soon come to love. BreezeClan.
Snowcherry was given her name, too young to have even remembered what her name was. The very sweet queen that suckled her and her brother, named her Snowkit, and her brother Hauntedkit. Maybe she became Snowkit for the patches of snow white fur…or the cold glare she gave others when she entered the strange area. She doesn’t know why the queen named her sibling Hauntedkit. What a strange name to name a kit. Maybe it was because of his coal black fur, or the way he looked at others, as if something clouded his vision, or it may be the aura he grew around others. Snowkit just appreciated being out of the cold and being nestled in the warmth of this nice stranger’s belly fur.
As a kit, many would give her and her precious littermate dirty looks, as if they were scum amongst the clan. Did they look silly? Did they smell bad? No, Snowcherry was way too adolescent to remember those disgusted looks were because the siblings had been found on their territory. FOUND. They were not cats of BreezeClan, but were taken into the clan, which was enough for some cats to bare hatred towards two innocent kittens. Most of the cats her age stayed away from her and her brother, so they would often just cherish each other’s company. But, once the clan warmed up to them, Snowkit was able to begin interacting and even playing with her new family. The kits still showed some distaste and distance towards Hauntedkit, but Snowkit never understood.
She soon grew out of her shy and timid personality as a kit, and became a lot more energetic and cheerfully outgoing as an apprentice. Snowpaw was apprenticed to her faithful mentor, Sweetmoon, who was a great choice for the rambunctious she-cat. The older she-cat was both strong and diligent as a warrior, but had a very graceful and motherly air to her. She was able to hone Snowpaw down on her energy, and focus more on skill. Snowpaw loved hunting and being outside of camp. She enjoyed the wind and nature that lay in store. Many events passed in that very apprenticeship, some that were very terrible for her and her own clan. Though, Snowcherry can’t recall many of her memories, much of her apprenticeship and before was a fuzzy haze.
As a warrior, Snowpaw was deemed Snowcherry, sharing her warrior ceremony with her brother, Hauntedpaw, who became Hauntednight. As young warriors, Snowcherry made many new friends as she grew more respect from her clanmates, as they had warmed up to her and her sibling. Snowcherry was determined to prove how loyal she and her brother were, by working harder than many cats, in anything she did. She became very close friends with the young warrior Pebbleheart, and would often go to the level-headed she-cat for advice and, well, her comforting presence. But, that friendship grew as a tom entered camp in search of his beloved sisters, “Pebble” and “Blossom”. Shadow.
Shadow was possibly the best thing that ever happened in her life. Snowcherry was able to instantly connect to the tom, and accepted him into camp with open paws, though others did otherwise. Shadow grew to be a trusted member of the clan, still keeping his original name, though. Shadow and Snowcherry formed a great bond with one another, not even rival she-cats could break. They both soon mated, over the strange memories that befell them, and had a single litter together. Snowcherry loved her family very much, and cherished every day she was able to share with them and her mate. She actually couldn’t wait to start another family with him. But, good times never last.
Countless events, terrible ones, had flown into the camp, seemingly one after the other. Blossomkit’s death and secret, Pebbleheart and Hauntednight becoming ex-mates, her depression of losing her daughter, Sandpaw, and her son, Rock-kit, but, one of the greatest dangers turned tragedies was the return of the Star Slayers. During one of the Clan gatherings, 2 Star Slayers, a panther and a lion caused much death and stirred trouble and fear within the clans. During the Star Slayer’s attack, they took many lives, including someone she never imagined…well…dead. Someone she always though would be by her side, and it was indeed, Shadow. Snowcherry couldn’t believe he was gone. It was as if she had died herself. She was there…she was useless…she couldn’t…didn’t…do anything. His wounds were too severe to call Ice-ears over; StarClan was already coming to take him up those starry steps by the time Shadow was thrown to the ground. She felt lost for days, feeling numb to everything around her. Even her brother, best friend, and children couldn’t pull her out of the well of depression formed from losing your better half, you love, your mate…no…soul mate.
Snowcherry was able to climb out of that dreary pit after feeling the comfort of Shadow’s spirit, his warmth and reassurance that things would get better, and that he was okay. She believes that he is in a better place, and is watching over his new home. This is what helps the she-cat move on, to become stronger. After his death, Snowcherry vowed to do anything in her power to protect all of her clan mates from danger if she can. It may be ambitious, but Snowcherry will do it gladly, for the sake of her sanity and love.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:10 pm
Owner: Sylvaky Ebonhold  . : About Me : .My name is Frostclaw.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm thirty eight moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include my sister, Sasha, whom died.
My mate is Galestar. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Silence
-Solitude
-Hunting
-Galestar
-Sunpaw
My least favorite things...
-Kits
-Apprentices
-Rouges
-Kittypets
-Twolegs
And, my fears.
-Snakes
-Death . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Most could call me gloomy or cheerless, but I like to think of myself as serious and obedient. I'm not all that inconsiderate unless talking to or about a kittypet. I can be cooperative when I feel like it and sometimes I can even be called courageous. I am motivated and loyal. Kit and apprentices bring out the stubborn and controlling side of me. BUt once you get through all that I'm not all that bad, sometimes I can even be loving. You just need to get to know me.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Twolegs called me a silver bangle cat. I don't know what that means, but what I do know is that I have a silver-gray pelt with black spots. My tail has black rings at the end, almost like a raccoon. My eyes are green, something my sister and I shared. I also have a small scar on my chest due to the monster known as Blood.
My history, don't go poking around!
I come from a place where maters live. They are almost as bad as cutters, they select and force cats to mate. If the kits are not to their liking they act like cutters then force them to live with other twolegs. My litter mates and I were but into monsters and taken places. We were touched and looked at as if some sort of entertainment. After several moons I and my sister Sasha escaped, managing to scratch a mater while doing so.
We travelled a long way. We eventually came across the scent of other cats and decided it would be smart to ask them for help. Though it wasn't. They lived in old twoleg nests and walked on thunderpaths as if they were a newly grown field. They attacked us and we nearly didn't escape. Another day of travel, my sister fell from blood loss. I stayed with her, watching as the light faded from her eyes. Another day passed, I was starving, laying by my sister's limp body. A BreezeClan hunting party happened upon us. They took me in and helped bury my sister. I was named Frostpaw due to my cold attitude toward other clan members and soon given my warrior name, Frostclaw. Due to recent developments I have chosen to pursue a relationship with Galestar, though I feel unworthy of his love.
Talon's attack was hard on the clan. We fought as best as we could but still we lost warriors and apprentices. I suffered deep wounds to my side and a wound to myright eye that left it blinded.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:12 pm
Owner: i_RuLe_CuPcAkEs  . : About Me : . My name is Poisekit-->paw-->spark.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a She-Cat, I should know.
I'm Newborn after the Time Skip.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Mapleleaf(Momma♥) Embergaze(Papa♥) Bearkit(Brother♥). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
♥ Momma
♥ Papa
♥ Bearkit
♥ Breezeclan
♥ Playing
♥ Water
♥ Noise
♥ Food
My least favorite things...
☻ Meanies
☻ Other Clans
☻ Being alone
☻ Quietness
☻ Being hungry
And, my fears.
☻ Being all alone
☻ Dying
☻ Battles . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Well, since I was born half-deaf, I can't really understand cats very well. I like to talk really loud, it helps with communicating. Even though I'm half-deaf, I have a lot of dignity. The reason I was named Poisekit, though some may not see it. I like to go to the elder's den to hear stories about my Momma and Papa when they were little. I'm pretty kind to others, but if someone harms my family, they'll be getting some Poisekit scratches!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I look nothing like my Momma and Papa, except for my eyes. I have bright turquoise eyes and my pelt is entirely white. My build is large like my Papa, I guess that's the only other thing I got from my parents. I have a sleek coat with thick yet semi-short, semi-long hair. Some say I'm beautiful, but I don't see it.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Mapleleaf and Embergaze of Breezeclan, with my brother Bearkit. I was born being half-deaf, which I think will get in the way with training. I think I'll probably end up being a medicine cat, but I don't want too! I want to be a warrior like everyone else. I was apprenticed to Pebbleheart and I'm so excited!
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:13 pm
Owner: i_RuLe_CuPcAkEs  . : About Me : . My name is Joyfeather.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 24 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Featherfoot, Ghostface, and Stormgaze. (All Deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
○Training
○My Friends
○My Family
○Stripewhisker
My least favorite things...
○Thunderstorms
○Bees
○Dogs
○Pepperpelt
○Spadestripe
And, my fears.
○Dogs
○Dying . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Joyfeather is an energetic one. She loves to fool around. She makes friends easily, but don't let her kindness fool you. When it comes to battles, her inner warrior comes out. She is kind of afraid to fall in love again.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Joyfeather is she-cat. She is an orange-white cat. She has dazzling dark blue eyes. She has soft fur. She is pretty skinny. Her pelt is orange with darker orange stripes going horizontal on her back, and her belly fur is white.
My history, don't go poking around!
Joyfeather was born 24 moons ago, with her siblings, Stormgaze and Ghostface. Her mother is Featherfoot. Every since she came out of her mother's belly, she's always been energetic. She would always nag her mother to go outside and play. When she was apprenticed, everything changed. Joyfeather had fallen in love with Pepperpaw, but so was Spadepaw. Joyfeather became heartbroken. She ran away for a moon, almost killed her own clanmate, and lost the one she loved. She never wanted this to happen, but it did. So, she was stuck to cleaning to the elder's den and her warrior ceremony was be delayed for a moon. Recently, she has become a warrior. Her name now is Joyfeather. She has also moved on, she doesn't like Pepperpelt anymore. Only the future will reveal the one she loves.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:16 pm
Owner: Luni Lulu  . : About Me : .My name is Gingereye.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 24 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no-one/are unknown.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
~ A warm patch of sunlight
~ Humor
~ Wind
~ Open Moors
~ Running
~ Berries
~ Company
My least favorite things...
~ Squirrels
~ Water
~ Cats walking on her blind side
~ Obnoxious cats
~ Laziness
~ Flirtiness
And, my fears.
~ Water
~ Hawks or large birds
~ Dogs
~ A young death
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
After her incident with the vulture and the complete loss of her right eye, Gingereye's demeanor has become very fierce and defensive. Ridiculed by a few peers about how, after the loss of her eye, she was going to be sent to the elder's den early and about how she was 'acting like an elder already' , Gingereye is now very self protective of herself, snapping at anyone who disagrees with her. Determined to lead a fulfilling life, even without complete peripheral vision, Gingereye can be stubborn and even a bit headstrong with decisions. If you ever earn her trust, Gingereye can sometimes be relaxed and even a bit humorous in a few situations.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Gingereye is a creamy orange and white she-cat with dark orange tabby markings and a dusty amber eye. With a very lithe build, she is about average size for a feral cat, her ribs just barely poking out of her fur. She has a orangey pink nose and the dots that mark where her whiskers grow out are arranged in neat curvy lines. After and incident with a vulture, Gingereye has only one eye, and where the other one is supposed to be is sealed shut and gives barely any remembrance that an eye was ever there.
My history, don't go poking around!
Raised as a pure Breezeclan kit, Gingerkit was a dainty and playful kitten, easily coexisting with her siblings and always up for a game of badger attack. Slowly growing, Gingerkit quickly became Gingerpaw, a happy and determined apprentice, ready to train and defend Breezeclan with her life. After months of training, her mentor agreed it was about time for her to become a warrior and took Gingerpaw out for the assessment.
Her heart racing, Gingerpaw leaped eagerly away into the moors, her mind set on not letting her mentor down. She spotted a humongous bird, carelessly pecking into a bloody carcass of a squirrel, completely oblivious of any of it's surroundings. She'd never seen anything like it before, big and black with long neck that was a bright red and almost appeared featherless.
Gingerpaw went for it. Mind already preoccupied with the excitement of being so close to becoming an esteemed warrior, her paws were careless, and as she got into leaping range of the bird, she smashed a twig. The giant black bird flew up in a huge flurry of dust, wind, and feathers. In an act of desperation, Gingerpaw bounced forward, trying to grab hold of her prey before it got away. Her teeth grabbed the bird by the wing and sent them tumbling back to the ground. A fight ensued and Gingerpaw was struck in the eye by the birds powerful beak. With that notion, she fell unconscious in pain.
Gingerpaw was taken back to the medicine den and she was quickly treated to. She was up again in about a moon, had another assessment and reached warriorhood where she was named Gingereye. Eventually, her wound sealed over, so that it looks as if she never had an eye in the first place.
She is capable of hunting, though her left side is the most acute.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:19 pm
Owner: Sylvaky Ebonhold  . : About Me : . My name is Billowingkit.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Galestar (Father), Frostclaw (Mother), Crystalkit (Sister), Galekikit (Brother), Whirlkit (Brother), Amethystkit (sister), and Diamondkit (sister).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Mother
-Father
-My brothers
-Daytime
-Pretending to be a warrior
-Pretending to be Father
My least favorite things...
-My sisters
-She-cats (Cooties >3>)
-Night time
-Scary sounds
And, my fears.
-Darkness
-Serpentfang
-Other clans attacking! They could at anytime you know! . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am a fearless tom! I fight evil and consider myself to be very noble! I don't like my sisters because they tend to be annoying. The only acception is Crystalkit because we look alike. Who knows what we can get away with! I like to test my parent's patients and will go to great lengths to do just that. The harder I push their limits, the more freedom I get! I am part of the triplets of the litter.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a small fuzzy kit with siamese markings that are grey. Underlying the siamese pattern there are faint tabby markings that resemble my mother's pelt. I know they'll get darker with time! My tail is a grey color that fades into the cream of my pelt. The same goes for my paws. My eyes are a stunning blue like my father's and my nose is black! I guess the only thing left is my whiskers...which are white!
My history, don't go poking around!
My mother hasn't given birth to me yet and no one has told me how kits are made so I suppose there is nothing to put here.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:21 pm
Owner: XNekoponX  . : About Me : .My name is Galekit.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom-cat, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Galestar (father), Frostclaw (mother), and my siblings Crystalkit(sister), Diamondkit (sister), Amethystkit (sister), Whirlkit (brother), and Billowingkit (brother) .~.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
* My Family/Kin
* My siblings! *glares at the toms eyeing my sisters*
* My Daddy, I look up to him sooooo much!
* Nature and EVERYTHING in it!
* Trying new things
* Nice cats like Snowcherry, she's so sweet!
* Birds
* Fighting!
* Play fighting!
* Playing
* Friendship!
* Night-time/The Stars
* Fluffy things
* The Sky
* Storms/Wind
* FOOD, ALOT
* Happiness and positive emotions!
* Playing/Having Fun!
* Embergaze, he's so cool and fun!
* Serpentfang! She's an awesome big sister! I'm protective of her too so don't get any ideas >:c
My least favorite things...
- Water
- Trees
- Someone getting hurt
- Mean cats
- My family hurt
- A toms flirting with my sisters!!!
- Things I don't understand...
- Pokey things
- Nightmares
- Being hot
- Pain
- Helplessness
- Irritation
- Sad or Angry emotions/Negative emotions
- When cats dislike or act rudely towards other cats, especially to his clanmates (Like how Birdsoul acts towards Snowcherry, for example)
And, my fears.
= Loosing control of my emotions
= Dying unhappy
= Loosing my family.... : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hi! I’m Galekit and I’m a cute little bundle of fun! I love to smile and play, always up and ready to fight! I'm a very protective brother for my family. I care for them and would do anything for them. I’m relatively closer to my brother, Whirlkit. We are twins, after all. I love to have fun and just go out and play. Being the energetic kitten I am, I am always up and doing what I can to pass the time to the fullest! I have a very innocent and naïve mind, so others may find it hard to talk to me and for me to understand. I'm very socially awkward and I stutter... alot, only when I don't understand things though. Outgoing and loud, I'm pretty annoying at times. I'm overly curious so my momma needs to keep an eye on me if she plans to keep me. I like playing and my dad is like a role model to me, I look up to him very much. I’m kind, generous, caring, compassionate, optimistic, happy-go-lucky, and overall, I’m pretty polite, and someone with a blazing "never give up" and persistent spirit. Being me, I would help anyone with any need, also being very merciful. I respect others very much, especially if I look up to them or find them cool! This also goes with fighting. Cats have said I’m extremely ignorant towards some things and that I’m super naïve…. I don’t care!
I really love to play-fight and train to be really good. The only kinds I accept are true honest ones with no tricks, a test of pure strength! I want to be a really good fighter like my dad, he’s soooooo cool! I think fighting is the best in apprentice training, so I can’t wait, really! I get pretty reckless and daring too, since I’m hot-headed, so once I'm set on something, good luck stopping me. One thing I have about me that is somewhat bad is that I hide my anger and bad emotions inside me, always trying to smile in the worst of things... Like I always say: everything's better with a smile!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a small exact image of my father. You got it, handsome and lovely, just like him! I have his dazzling robin blue eyes and creamy Siamese fur. My marking are a rich brown that bring out my eyes. I have fluffy cream kit fur and a soft underbelly. I'm not one of the triplets like a few of my siblings, but I look like my pops and my twin brother, Whirlkit. It's almost impossible to tell me and my brother apart, but, we have different sets of eyes. His are lighter and seem cross-eyed most of the time while mine always blaze in their darker shade. I'm a mini Galestar!
My history, don't go poking around!
I was just born so nothing really happened yet, sorry!
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:21 pm
Owner: Trixie Buddy  . : About Me : . My name is Serpentfang.
She proud member of BreezeClan.
Serpentfang is a she-cat, Serpentfang should know.
She idk .__. .
She is a warrior.
Her kin are Saber (father), Hawk( brother), Petal (mother). They are all wild cats who live far far away over the seas and in the mountains. . . : A Little Bit More : . Serpentfang's favorite things!
heart ~ The shadows
heart ~ her family/friends/clan
heart ~ her leader and old mentor Galestar
heart ~ hunting
Serpentfang's least favorite things...
stare ~ those who dare threaten Serpentfang's clan!
stare ~ being made fun of for her long fangs
stare Being told that she is not a normal cat
And, Serpentfang's fears.
eek ~ Two legs (specifically poachers)
eek ~ Thundersticks (guns)
eek ~ Having her new family taken away . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who Serpentfang is.
Serpentfang is shy, illusive and speaks in third person. She is a fierce fighter, much like most other wildcats when defending her "family". Despite her wildcat ferocity, which seems more harsh to some of the clan born cats she is commonly peaceful and shy. Serpentfang is a very caring and grows deep emotional attachments to those who reach out to her. She moves swiftly and flowingly like running water. Serpentfang is usually quiet unless spoken to and has a tendency to remain hidden in shadow.
It's what Serpentfang is, like it or not.
long, lanky she-cat with sharp, bright emerald eyes with slit puples (like a reptile's). Her two front canines protrude like snake fangs. Her fur is a silvery gray with mossy green stripes cascading down her back. She has a white, cream-ish face, chest, and underside with thin black stripes on her paws and face. Serpentfang is an Andean Mountain Cat (non-native wildcat) species info
Serpentfang's history, she would prefer you don't go poking around...
When Serpentfang was the age of a new apprentice she was kitnapped by poachers when she had wandered to close to the mountain sanctuary's border to investigate a strange noise. She was snatched up and transported far over the sea away from her family who she still to this day reminisces about. By the time she had escaped, she was near the Clans. Slightly injured and frightened, she was found by Birdsong, Trouttail and Wavepelt and brought to Breezeclan where she was accepted and became Galestar's apprentice. Over time she has grown attached to the clan and and it's cats. The wild cat's heart took root within Breezeclan and she spent all her energy protecting it fiercely, feeling the grief of personal failure whenever a member of her new family was lost. Galestar and Wavepelt had taught her th ways of the clan and not to worry and spend her time out of the clan protecting the borders so much, that despite it in her nature to be aloof that she can help the clan and how to fit in amongst the others and to accept herself for who she was. Even though she was a wildcat she was still one of them. Serpentfang is a kind and gentle soul who cares for others, often neglecting herself and is known for her shyness and kit like innocents.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:27 pm
Owner: Trixie Buddy  . : About Me : .My name is Whirlkit.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom-cat, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Galestar (father), Frostclaw (mother), and my siblings Galekit (twin) Crystalkit(sister), Billowingkit (brother), Amethystkit (sister), and Diamondkit (sister). .. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
heart Cuddling
heart bugs
heart the sound of the breeze
heart how my nose feels cold after i lick it and stand against the wind
My least favorite things...
stare loud noises
stare small rocks that i tend to trip on
stare how my nose feels cold after i lick it and stand against the wind
And, my fears.
eek Thunder
eek When i cant find where mom and dad have wondered of too (they get lost sometimes)
eek those rodents that pop out of the ground then suddenly vanish (moles, i KNOW they are up to something!!!)
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
A complete and utter space case. I spend most of my time staring cross eyed at the clouds and wondering why the world looks so smushed together. I tend to find the magic in small, seemingly insignificant things, like how if you tilt your head to a 90 degree angle to the right the trees sorta look like they are bushy cat tails! I have been told that i have a bad habit of staring, but don't worry if i and staring at you, it means i like you! I am not very talkative unless talked to. If you happen to start up a conversation with me then i will share all the wonders of this world i have found with you! I naturally tend to gravitate towards my twin wherever he may go, unless i see something shiny of course...
It's what I am, like it or not.
IA small white kitten with robin blue eyes and brown Siamese markings. I have little pink paws and a little pink nose. I look a lot like my father.
My history, don't go poking around!
Better watch out when i am born moma, im going to be a pawful!
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