The Great Move is coming, and all cats know and fear the danger ahead. These cats' destinies have been predetermined and their lives will all end in different situations on the Great Move. The winners of the cats will be PMed the particular death of each cat, to keep that part of the plot a surprise for the rest of the group.
Since we don't want a lot of NPCs, we ask that you create concepts and personalities for these cats, which includes at least one relationship with an existing cat. So get plotting!
For your efforts, you will be rewarded with a non-growing semi custom. If you like one of the prize pool cats more than one of your own, you can also opt to have one of your existing cats trade destinies with one of these cats (but also forgoing the semi-custom).
Contest will be open for one week or until each cat has been tried for. You may only win one cat from this event.
Cat number: [or trade in cat] Cat name: Cat clan: Personality: History: Living relation: [Must have at least 1. Can be within prize pool as well. Blood relations, romantic relations, platonic relationships/friendships, etc.]
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 9:38 am
[by Silent Treatments]
These two kits are twins! Mothkit, played by Silent Treatments, is a female ShadowClan cat. Her twin is also a ShadowClan cat, but name & gender will be determined by the winner.
He/She will, however, be joining StarClan on The Great Move.
For the Prompt just give a small little thing with how they react with their parents and their twin sister. No real outline for this, but please keep it small.
This will be judged by Silent Treatments
To try and win the twin, please post the following:
[size=18][color=blue]TWINS![/color][/size] [b]Twin name:[/b] [b]Gender:[/b] [b]Personality:[/b] [b]History:[/b] [b]Prompt:[/b] [b]Any living Relations:[/b]
Cat number: 5 Cat name: Tumblekit Cat clan: Thunderclan Personality: excitable and strong hearted. Generaly good but somehwat disobedient. Very active and always into something. History: He is a kit! born 3 moons ago. As soon as his eyes were open they were bright and he had a habit of tumbling out of his mothers nest, so they named him Tumblekit. as soon as he could get around okay, he was and still is always on the move, always getting into things and running his mother ragged. He took power naps rather than long sleeps like most kits. He had the nursery to himself for now so he was making sure everyone knew just how bored he was. He liked to sneak out of the nursery and watch the warriors tend to their duties. He also liked to pick on the elders at times, but not too closely. He thought they had some sort of illness that made them the way they are, and he didn't want to catch their "old". his newest game was "plunder the pile" where he would go and try to sneak away with a small vole or mouse from the food pile. He couldn't eat it yet so if he were to get something, he would most likely bring it to his mother. He heard something about a move, but he really didn't understand yet or didn't care. He was too busy lost in his playland to pay that much attention to what the adults were doing. The world was so small to him.. for now. Living relation: #6 is his mother
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 1:29 pm
Cat number: 6 Cat name: Sunstripe Cat clan: WindClan Personality: Cheerful, optimistic, happy-go-lucky, friendly, and a bit of a loud-mouth History: Sunstripe grew up easy-breezy much like what you would expect of someone in a windy Clan. Nothing ever really ruffles his pelt, and he steadfastly believes that almost every problem can be solved eventually. While a brother of Blazingtiger's, he comes from a later litter, making him a definite younger brother. He was born during Blazingtiger's apprenticeship, but took to her right away despite how awkward she was around the tiny kits while she was growing to be large for a she-cat. Sunstripe was a bouncy child, and very close to his sister Daybreak in general enthusiasm, pouncing playfully on his siblings (both his age and older), other den kits, and his parents whenever he could. He was always full of energy, and almost annoyingly so. It wasn't until his own apprenticeship that he started to mellow out, having so much to do and learn that he was able to do this focusing thing. That said, he never outgrew being a loud and somewhat obnoxious kit, the difference is instead of jumping at others or pawing at their tails, he's very...vocal. And nosy. He and Blazingtiger have come to many arguments over how important fighting is, especially recreationally, as well as other general life philosophies. Daybreak herself grew up to be a small but spunky cat, and he's somewhat protective of her, but doesn't quite get how cutting her remarks can be. He just smiles like a dork and takes every backhanded comment like it's sincere. So, Sunstripe's still a very amiable, unable-to-hate-others type of cat, and can always be found with a goofy grin on his face. He's basically that friendly cat you DON'T want to die. Sunstripe is also the father of Raypaw, and very proudly so. Being a somewhat young dad suits him surprisingly well, and you can bet your britches that he does his best to be "the fun dad" even as his kid grows older. Living relations:Blazingtiger's and Daybreak's brother, Raypaw's father, Coldpaw's mentor
Personality: Curious, yet Cocky and cool. He is just your average fun-loving easy-going kid.
History: Ever since he was a little kit he was very adventureable. Since he was a kit it would sneak out of the nursery and watch the warriors moving around, coming back with prey going or returning from patrols. Rockpaw personality worshiped the Clan leader and the deputy. It was his biggest wish to become a warrior, and maybe one day Deputy! It was his biggest wish to become the deputy of the whole clan. He didn’t keep this dream to himself he would boast about it ever since he was a kit. Rockpaw was already a popular character with in the clan life and was looking forward to becoming an apprentice.
When he finally came out of the nursery and looked up at the young warrior Cloverstrike. Rockpaw at first was a bit disappointed, to be appointed to her, he had always dreamed of being appointed to an older stronger warrior. He thought of her as a bit weak and a bit of a spaz. At first he was resistant of being taught by her and wouldn’t listen to her. After a while he fell for her easy going way, and saw that she did have strength and that not all strength was held in the muscles. After righting his wrong and putting his all into his training he was allowed to go to a gathering, where he met Sparrowpaw, a Skyclan apprentice. They soon became friends and talked to each other while they were both attending the gathering. In all he is just a fun-loving apprentice with big dreams.
Living relation: Cloverstrike is his mentor, and her very first apprentice. He was also close to CloverStrike’s Sister FireFlight (owned by Seruta) One of his best friends outside of the clan was Sparrowpaw(owned by Strawberri Stardust) of Skyclan
Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2014 7:13 pm
Cat number: #4 Cat name: Riverpaw (To be named Riversong at death) Cat clan: Riverclan Personality: A natural born swimmer with a stunningly melodic voice at that, River is a gentle and nurturing feline with a heart of gold. River would have easily grown up to be a wonderful medicine cat, or even a den mother. History: She and her sister were inseparable. They played, hunted and worked perfectly together, never a fight between them! And when one sang, the other was always sure to follow, twisting a beautiful song into the morning mists. Living relation: #3
Cat number: #1 Cat name: Brambleheart Cat clan: Shadowclan Personality: Generally stingy with praise and affection, Brambleheart is a "tough love" kind of cat. If someone under his tutelage is doing what they're supposed to be doing, they may get a nod before he gives them another assignment. Conversely, he has no problem at all informing those younger than himself just what they're doing wrong. This can include seasoned warriors, the clan deputy, as well as the clan leader. Age has not mellowed out this retired warrior, if anything he seems more snappish as he's feeling his age and he hates the new aches and stiff joints. Though he may seem standoffish, he does enjoy the company of those he cares for, such as warriors that he mentored as apprentices and other warriors/elders he's friends with. History: Born into Shadowclan, Brambleheart was always ambitious. He wanted to be the very best warrior he could be, and at one point had set his sights on becoming leader of Shadowclan. That dream was shot down however, when he got into a fight with a fox who was attempting to sneak into their nursery. The fox did not live through the fight, but Brambleheart did not come out unscathed, either. The fox had scratched across his face, affecting his eyesight and skewing his sense of smell. He learned how to deal with these handicaps, but in his opinion a leader shouldn't have such things that could affect him adversely. So he settled for being a fierce warrior, protecting the camp and their territory. Living relation: Fea Line's Quailflight; Brambleheart was his mentor.
Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:07 pm
Cat number: 6 Cat name: Dancingbreeze Cat clan: SkyClan~ <3 Personality: Very competitive but always around to help. She loved helping the elders even after she became a warrior. Eager to learn and always willing to have something to do~ Avery kind spirited cat. Sometimes she is clumsy, though most of it is due to the wind and her small size.
History: Sister of Dawn. She was born smaller than most kits but against all odds, she managed to make it into the world. She's always been just as competitive as her brother, but she was always smaller than he. Her small light petite frame helped her climb higher than the rest of her beloved Clan, the only thing she had to worry about was a gust of wind~ She's too young for an apprentice for herself but she always help the senior warriors when they let her.
Living relation: Brother is Dawnspirit Owned by Marked Prowler. (She just won it in a game)
I do have plot to share with you about her possible death!! I'll PM you the details~
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 12:59 pm
(pref list is 1, 3, 7)
Cat number: #1 Cat name: Poppystripes Cat clan: ShadowClan Personality: Poppystripes is a sensible, seasoned warrior whose fought through many battles in the name of her Clan. Shes lived her life with a pure determination as a driving force behind most of her endeavors, one of which being to serve her clan to the fullest of her ability. So while brave and dead set on her goals, she could also be a little careless, choosing to forgo caution in battle, resulting in some precariously places scars that could have caused even more massive damage if they have been just a little in another direction. Still, for all her moxy, she's an intelligent understanding she-cat, who thinks through things when given the time and is actually quite a good problem solver. For all her fierceness in battle, without the drive to protect her Clan at all costs echoing in her head, she is very respectful of life and others. Given her age, she has wisdom only elders can gain, having lived fully as a warrior and now given the respite to think.
History:
Poppystripes grew up pretty regularly, with a couple siblings, a fierce clan dedicated mother, and a watchful father. Her parents were strict and very traditional cats, so while her gentle and loving nature might have tried to instruct her differently, nurture took hold and her determination was molded their beliefs. As it were, she was very dead set in her parents' ways by the time she left the nursery, trusting her mother and father as any kit should, that they were right about the world. Her mentor was a younger warrior, and Poppypaw was their first apprentice and they had a nervous stutter whenever they did something they weren't completely confident about. Poppypaw was a bit torn, wanting to assure the warrior that she was listening, that he had to be a good warrior, why else would she have been assigned to him? Instead, her mother's and father's voiced echoed in her mind and she would let slip how a real warrior would know what they were doing. A true ShadowClanner is never in doubt.Her mentor fumbled through the first half of her mentorship, trying to teach her what they could only to be met with backtalk. Eventually they put their paws down and snapped in her face that an apprentice does not argue with their mentor. The dynamic shifted sharply and she was cowed into obedience with harsh authority. Still, with the new found ability to actually have his apprentice listen, he still tried to dispel some of the brainwashing her parents had done. Around other apprentices, she was popular for being gentle and friendly, but lacked understanding, shifting into judgmental too quickly for their tastes. She was a quick learner, thank StarClan, so aside from her demeaning words, she was easy to work with, training with a single minded determination to be the very best that she could. Some of her judgmental nature was dispelled, as she grew to respect her mentor, who despite their now strict attitude towards her, was still nervous and unsure and sometimes fell into a stutter around others. but she respected him and he really was a good warrior, so some of her parents' very traditional views were disbanded. As a warrior, she started changing, little by little, questioning the lessons she'd be taught from birth, her own ideas conflicting with the harsh whispers in her head.
She had her first apprentice and trained her harshly, stripping each imperfection from her coat as her father would have, but she tempered her teachings with what gentleness she could. Her apprentice became a strong warrior, but sometimes Poppystripes would wonder at what cost? She got together with a tom as soem point and had kits. Too quickly they were leaving the nursery, but she had fought the prejudice in her mind to make sure they knew how to be kind, how to be gentle, and how to be fierce. She was reaching an awkward time in her life where she was questioning what she'd been taught, wondering if it was right or not. She loved her kits dearly, but they weren't entirely close to their mother, the same lingering whispers in her mind entering theirs, telling them never to be weak.
Things truly came to a head when she was given her second apprentice, Foxpaw, who, despairingly, disgustingly, horribly, was one fourth Riverclan. Paternal grandfather was RiverClan ilk and this young tom had that same blood running in his veins and she was expected to be around this abomination of clan code for an extended period of time? With disgust and bitterness curling in her chest, she met eyes with the brightest purple she'd ever seen. He was nervous for sure, but she saw something in him that reminded her of her mentor, and something that reminded her of herself. This is her first apprentice. She is being trusted to train him to his full potential, despite his deplorable heritage. So she would. There was the ever present niggling in the back of her head that this young tom had RiverClan in his blood. But that made it all the more important when he succeeded. He was nervous about things he wasn't good at, and self conscious of his short comings, pouring more and more effort into bettering himself. She knew he would become a strong and fierce fighter. He held the kind of compassion she knew had always been a part of her, but his seemed so much more welcoming, so much more open and precious than her own gentleness that had been stripped away over time and she found herself despairing, asking herself when she started thinking in terms of blood and strength, when it stopped being okay to be nervous or wrong. And it was a jarring horrible realization when as she shared her views that life is a sacred gift that for as long as she could remember, it was always blood and strength and tradition and that isn't what she wanted to dictate how she saw the world. As she listened to the blossoming apprentice, one who had the potential to be a truly great warrior, she recognized the warm glow of pride, and the regretful envy of the extent of his compassion.
Things began to shift and change. As Foxpaw grew more confident in his abilities, instilling the warrior code into himself but tempering it with his own moral beliefs, Poppystripes began to grow more friendly, more kind, letting go of the prejudice that had always plagued her. The true turning point was during a fight with ThunderClan. At this point she couldn't remember what it was about, she just knew she was doing her warrior duty to defend her clan. It was during that fight that Foxpaw was admirably managing to hold his own against a new ThunderClan warrior when another prepared to attack him from behind. Despite being entangled in her own fight, she had been keeping an eye on her apprentice and upon seeing that, upon seeing some cat about to take the life she was was molding into a powerful compassionate perfect warrior, she threw herself at her enemy with all her might, making sure he never reached Foxpaw. some part in the back of her mind asked was she truly willing to risk herself for this tom, this cat who was tainted with RiverClan blood and showed weakness in his kindness, and her mind responded with a furious yowling powerful yes, because Foxpaw was precious and perfect and he is her apprentice and she would protect him and do her nest to nurture his nature than hinder it as her parents had. She got into a dangerous situation that fight, feeling a fury she hadn't quite ever encountered before, and she disregarded injury to herself as she went about ruining her opponents to the best of her ability. She came out with a scar across her throat and had almost been blinded by an attack to her face but she was proud and happy because Foxpaw was okay, and eventually, so would she.
From there, she and her apprentice grew closer, Poppystripes relearning how to be kind from the friendly tom and he learned that sometimes you had to be strict and sometimes, you couldn't be compassionate. That battlefield had no time for hesitance. They made a great pair in the end, and Poppystripes knew she would do anything to protect her former apprentice. She had grown from the experience, she was better at handling others and her nurture had been broken down and her true nature was finally blossoming. Finally comfortable in her own skin, life continued, and she was content. She got a couple more scars from fights, and she's retired to the elder's den a little early, some of the injuries making her once quick limbs slow and left foreleg was almost failing, so she took her leave gracefully and has settled into being an elder, and it's well fitting, letting her contemplate her life and the route she's taken.
Living relation: Was mentor to Foxtrot. (Possibly maternal grandparent to Muddypaw/mouse if Gl!tch~ wins him)
Cat number: 3 Cat name: Freezepaw Cat clan: WindClan Personality: Freezepaw, being the eldest of his litter, is a bit more responsible, a bit more thoughtful than his siblings. Like many of his family line, he's inclined to introversion, and tends towards silence than sound. He isn't too fond of Gatherings for this reason, preferring the relative solitude of his family or the secluded corners of camp. He's watchful and considering, taking it upon himself to keep his brother in line and keep an eye on his younger relatives, but he leaves those he had no connection to to their own devices. He get's jumpy and defensive and snappish when uncomfortable, and doesn't take well to those he deems under his responsibility questioning him. This causes him and Coldpaw to often clash, but they're close siblings and will stick together through thick and thin. Freezepaw isn't particularly trusting, and isn't even sure how he feels about his mentor yet, but keeps it to himself. Still, he's young and isn't the best at making decisions quite yet, but in the future, he could have been be a great warrior. History: He and Coldpaw were the only two of Whiteshadow's litter, the third kit, a little girl they named Icekit, was born weak. Whiteshadow had just been a fling for Snowfall, really, but he did visit, as did the other tom she was involved with at the time. Whiteshadow often argued with both toms, being quite the contrary queen, and was difficult about letting them near the kits, though Snowfall was bullheaded enough that he got the main say in their naming. Snowfall, while holding no lasting fondness for Whiteshadow, would always care for his relations, and fought Whiteshadow tooth and claw to see them. Freezekit and Coldkit were often exposed to the squabbling and took to entertaining themselves with each other, and grew close despite their clashing personalities. When they were three moons away from becoming apprentices, a new queen moved into the nursery, and at two moons, Cindersmoke gave birth to the half-sibling of Freezepaw and Coldpaw. Whiteshadow was quite bitter about it, and tried to ward her kits away from Cindersmoke's, but the boys didn't heed here and got to know the younger litter easily. Now, new apprentices, they were getting to know the territory and begin their training when the sickness struck and things have gone south. Living relation: Brother to Coldpaw(paid for custom being worked on), half-brother to Frostkit(paid for custom being worked on) (would be related to 7 if I could take away two cats but I'm not gonna presume that whoever get's that cat is following what my family tree plan is)
Cat number: 7 Cat name: Whiteshadow Cat clan: WindClan Personality: Whiteshadow is a very proud she-cat, independent to a fault, refusing to let anyone do anything for her that she can do herself. She is WindClan to the bone, and holds a strong distaste for other Clans. She doesn't particularly care for half her clanmares either, being a bitter lady that she is. She is expectant of respect, yet is disrespectful herself, and is often known to throw in biting remarks where they are not needed. Basically, not really mother material, but guess what? Her more controlling nature comes out more with her kits, and she finds herself especially fed up with Coldkit, now Coldpaw, for his impudent nature. History: Whitewing has always been cranky and bitter, and her traditional parents did nothing to help, giving her more reasons to look down upon her clanmates. Not only that, but they fought a lot, so her childhood wasn't exactly the most fun and did nothing to lend her kindness to other cats. As an apprentice, she competed with her siblings to be the best, often resulting in violent scuffles and thorough chewing outs by mentors. Still, her life has been pretty average aside from her causing petty drama over her own dislike and grudges of others. One cat she had developed quite the rivalry with was Cindersmoke. So, when she saw Cindersmoke staring after a particular tom, Ashfall, and heard the rumors of her affection, she decided she could get a strike in at Cindersmoke by stealing the tom. Not that it worked that well because they could both be wildly vicious and vindictive and mean so as soon as she got together with Ashfall, she broke it off and had an affair with another tom to get at Ashfall. None of this worked out as favorably as Whitewing wanted it to when she wound up pregnant and stuck in the nursery. She found herself often fighting with Ashfall, who was interested in knowing and raising his kits while Whitewing fought him off saying he could take care of his kits when he had them with a she cat he planned to stick with. That also came back to bite her when Cindersmoke moved into the nursery. And the other she-cat wasn't even bitter and Whitewind didn't care how they got together and got past the fact he already had a litter in the nursery, she just wanted to ruin it. Living relation: Mother to Coldpaw(paid for custom being worked on), step-mother to Frostkit(paid for custom being worked on) (would be related to 3 if I could take away two cats but I'm not gonna presume that whoever get's that cat is following what my family tree plan is)
Posted: Wed Jun 25, 2014 11:57 pm
Cat number: #2 Cat name: Mudthorn Cat clan: Shadowclan Personality: Mudthorn used to be a spry, wiry fellow with a feisty temper to boot. He enjoyed getting a rise out of fellow clan mates for pure laughs and even more so from rival clans. He was the type of tom to trail along the edge of the clan border and shout smug taunts. Since old age crept up on him, he can't do most of that anymore. His bones ache and its hard for him to move or see, but his temper is still feisty. He still tosses an occasional taunt or insult now and then just to rile someone up, but he knows his time is soon and seems to have gained an odd sense of peace with the world. History: Mudthorn was the eldest of his litter and always the boss. He was named Mudkit for his muddy appearance, but given the warrior name Mudthorn, as he was a constant thorn in everyone's sides.
Since the time of his birth he has been a bit of a brat, always ruffling fur of his clan and loved ones. He shocked the clan when he took a mate. A sweet, shy little she cat named Poppyheart, whom he had a fierce love for. She was also his favorite to tease, as she took everything with a purr in her throat. He soon fathered a litter of two kittens with her, teaching them to be just as spunky as he was, and watched with annoying amounts of pride as they grew into fine warriors.
By the time his youngest had earned her warrior name, he decided it was time to retire to the elder's den with the love of his life. Fifteen moons passed he had become a grandfather to two kits which seemed to give him a new spring in his step. He was always by his grandkittens sides, playing with them, pulling tricks on clanmates, urging them into mischief.
When a particularly hard winter hit, the chill and lack of food had claimed the lives of many cats, including his sweet Poppyheart. Shortly after, the cold winds also claimed his youngest kit, her mate, and one of her kits, leaving Thornkit without a mother, father or littermate. From that moment on, Mudthorn made it his goal to raise Thornkit in the absence of her parents and teach her everything he knows. Living relation: Thornpaw, he is her grandfather and whom she was named after.
Cat number: 3 (*Willing to "kill off" Bramblestrike in the move to keep this one! He's old... *) Cat name: Ashmane (Ashpaw) Cat clan: Shadow Personality: Quiet and calculating. Sometimes finds himself studying things instead of paying attention to his surroundings. Might get him into trouble a time or two. History: Ashpaw was born into the clan. His history is about a clean slate as they come! Shortly after he was named an Apprentice, he lost his parents to the spreading illness. Now he's just sticking it through the move in hopes to become a worthy Warrior in the new lands. Living relation: Bramblestrike is his Adopted Grandfather. Bramblestrike's Mentor is Ashpaw/Ashmane's Grandfather. Bramblestrike became a surrogate uncle to his Mentor's kits and thus became Ashepaw's Grandfather by emotional attachment.
Mudthorn will be welcome in StarClan; #2 is your's to play in the Meta (and if you didn't see, Brambleheart is also an elder from ShadowClan; feel free to plot between the two of you though it isn't required :3)
And Whiteshadow will also be welcome in StarClan; #7 is also your's to play in the Meta
Thanks to everyone who participated! You're all really good at coming up with concepts~
Death details will be PMed to you be a staff member, and after the Meta is over I'll have either have a new thread for your semi-custom orders, or quote you to post in this thread. To make less work for the colorists/certists, please don't have your cats certed until after the Meta/after they join Starclan, thanks :3!
I'm very sorry Taki, I made a mistake; I stated at the beginning of the contest that people could only take home one cat, but I accidentally awarded you two.
#3 will go to Seruta, and you can keep #7.
If anyone has any issues with this they are free to PM me and we can talk about it.
