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 Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:00 pm
Hello there, I'm Lunepelt (Formerly Miss-Tenebrae)
I'm a very new member, only a few days old (So this won't be as pretty as all the others in the thread)
I live in Australia, so I'm in a different time zone altogether.
I own;
~ Specklethorn of Breezeclan
~ Brindlestep of Breezeclan
~ Badgerclaw of Breezeclan
Index
Brindlestep (Created)
Specklethorn (Created)
Badgerclaw (Created)
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:07 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Brindlestep.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Twenty moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Specklethorn, Ripplekit (Deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Play
~Training
~Practicing her skills
~Causing mischief
~Sleep
~Ceremonies/Gatherings
~Specklethorn
My least favorite things...
~Being bossed around
~Being bested
~Wet feet
~Too much physical contact
And, my fears.
~Water
~Death
~Closed off spaces . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
A sweet she-cat, loves to chat and socialise. She can be deadly quiet though, and gets jealous quite easily. If this happens, she can get a little snarky, but she isn't so rebellious that she would refuse a direct order. However, she is still a kit at heart, and enjoys messing around and sometimes causing trouble. She also has a slight dislike of kits, and wouldn't dream of having her own until she is ready to retire from being a warrior.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Brown-green eyes, a sandy coloured pelt with darker spotted markings, excellent for camouflage. A lithe she-cat, light on her feet, very fast and able to jump very well. She is an excellent hunter, however she is more adept at hunting than she is at fighting. She has a little nick in her left ear from playing as a kit. Nothing serious, in fact most don't even notice it.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born into the clan, the most adventurous of her litter, and one of two to survive a serious case of whitecough. Her brother, Specklethorn, is a lot quieter, but also a much better fighter. They are very close, and Brindlestep would hate to see something happen to him. In turn, he worries about her constantly. Brindlestep isn't overly fond of a lot of contact, probably from being close to such sick kits earlier in her life. She sleeps right next to Specklethorn, but shuffles away from him in her sleep. She dreams of being leader one day, but would be happy enough to have her own apprentice.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 6:12 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Specklethorn.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Twenty moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Brindlestep, Ripplekit (Deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Training
~Patrols
~Kits
~Ceremonies/Gatherings
~Brindlestep
~Sunleaf
~Medicine Cats
My least favorite things...
~The cold
~Getting his sister out of trouble
~Wet feet
~Loud cats
~Boastful cats
And, my fears.
~Water
~Death
~The Death of a Loved One . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Despite his tough outward appearance, Specklethorn is quite the lovely tom. He is polite, and pleasant, and shows genuine interest in the rest of his clans wellbeing. He will often say good morning, or good evening, and treats the others as equals. He doesn't like to fight, nevermind that he is excellent at it. He would gladly give his life for his clan. Fiercely protective. Loves kits. Has a little crush on Sunleaf.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A burly tom, with a thick set body. Better at fighting than hunting, his pelt is darker than his sisters, and his spots are much darker. Eyes are a light brown, and his whiskers are quite long in comparison to Brindlestep. He isn't as fast as most of the cats of his clan, but he is one of the better fighters, due to his thicker frame.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born into the clan, and one of two of his litter to survive a serious case of whitecough. His sister is Brindlestep. They are very close, and he worries about her constantly. He is fond of kits, despite being close to sick kits earlier in his life. He has no aspirations to lead the clan, only to help train some of the best warriors.
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Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2012 3:31 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Badgerclaw.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 14 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include None worth mentioning. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Training
~ Gatherings
~ Listening to the Elders stories
~ Ceremonies
My least favorite things...
~ Dawn Patrols
~ Badgers/foxes
~ The rain
~ Thunderstorms
And, my fears.
~ The Thunderpath/Twolegs
~ Death
~ Drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Badgerclaw is a determined young tom, desperate to become the best warrior he can be. He has an intense dislike of the water, but it rarely affects him. He is very polite and interested in the goings-on of the Clan. He is especially fond of the elders and their stories. He is ambitious, and fiercely loyal, and has a sharp sense of humour. He tends to overthink things sometimes.Badgerclaw is also one of the most awkward cats in the Clan. He was never as interested in playing as a kit, instead choosing to listen to the elders stories. He isn't very good at conversation, and while he is usually a good hunter, he occasionally slips up and makes odd mistakes. He looks for love in all the wrong places (meaning other Clans), but has toned that down a lot. He has some trouble holding a conversation, but can follow orders and fight like an entirely different cat
It's what I am, like it or not.
A rather burly tom, heavier than most cats, more suited to fighting than running, although he's fast enough. Strong, powerful legs, broad shoulders and a long brushy tail. His pelt is very thick, long furred, and jet black, with a white chest, paws and chin. His eyes are a green-yellow, quite eerie. Badgerclaw has unusually long white whiskers, and also long claws, as his name suggests. It is this, and his colouring that earned him his name. He is an excellent jumper.
My history, don't go poking around!
A Clanborn cat, whose father was killed by a badger (strangely, they named him 'Badgerkit'). He was the only one of his litter to survive, and his mother died during the kitting. He isn't really that concerned with who his parents were, as he sees the Clan as being his family. He received his warrior name very recently and is desperately trying to prove that he has earned it. Deep down, he is a hopeless romantic, and is looking for love in the wrong places.
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