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 Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 1:45 pm
Name: AuraPelt
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: BrittleBone
Father: SilentSight
Siblings: VoltageLizard, ShellPath
Mentor: SpringWaker
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
She's very shy, quiet, and reserved. She doesn't squirm or complain or anything. She's like her father, just worse and for different reasons. If you get close enough to her though she'll open up a bit, but you have to be really, really, really, really close for her to share a secret, a very secret secret that she won't even tell to her family about it. That's just how secret it is.
Bio:
Because of a very lonely kithood in Shadowclan (due to the heatwave) and even partially in Riverclan AuraPelt created herself an imaginary friend of some sort, but it was just a little voice in her head she made up. Except... as time went on, that voice got a little out of paw, and it seemed like AuraPelt wasn't the one controlling it anymore. Too make matters worse the voice was evil (hence why its name is Deathsong). And even worse than that, since AuraPelt created it she's not sure if maybe that's her true self and is always questioning her alignment.
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 12:33 pm
Name: Minibleed
Gender: Female
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Mate: YellowShock
Children: Jose, Bedlam, Bemire, Albino, Viva
Personality:
Happy-go-lucky and very unpredictable.
Bio:
Her name is Minibleed because she looks like Bleedheart, except the opposite. He's male, she's female, he's black and red, she' red and black, he has stripes, she has spots, he has red eyes, she has black eyes, etc, etc.
Name: Bemire
Gender: Male
Mother: Minibleed
Father: YellowShock
Siblings: Jose, Bedlam, Albino, Viva
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
Bio:
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Posted: Fri Aug 22, 2008 2:47 pm
Name: Wrath
Gender: Male
Clan: Bloodclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Lust, Sloth, Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Greed
Mentor: Unknown
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
He's violent with a short-temper. You can usually find him somewhere killing trespassers or just random animals for the heck of it. There's only a few cats he wouldn't kill and almost everyone gets on his nerves. He is hate, he is anger, he is Wrath.
Bio:
When he's not snarling, sharpening his claws, committing mass murder, he is usually chewing on the teddy bear attached to his leg. One day he had attacked a female two-leg kit, when she was finally ripped away from him by a adult two-leg the girl had dropped it. Taking a fancy to it, it being modeled after one of the most ferocious creatures in the forest, he kept it. Whenever Wrath chews on it he can still hear her screams and taste her blood. Whether the reasons be regret, guilt, or joy; even he does not know.
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Posted: Wed Oct 01, 2008 7:06 pm
Name: RainHowl
Gender: Male
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: SpringWaker
Mentor: Unknown
Past Apprentices:
Unknown
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
He’s really quiet and reserved, also kind of mysterious. He’s and odd one out of the bunch, but when he does speak, he’s usually wise in what he says. His philosophy would be “don’t speak unless you’re really sure you know what you’re talking about”. …He’s also a little forgetful and out-there, you have to be a cat of patience to understand him.
Bio:
RpContestResponse "L-love?"
Rainhowl’s heart skipped a beat as Koisplash asked him about his thoughts about love. Love… something he could never truly truly feel towards another cat. Rainhowl could only lower his now dimmed eyes and think about it, because he knew it wasn’t that simple to just say "it’s a feeling".
Love love love… He’d never get to curl up besides another cat, he’s never get to lick their face fondly, he’d never get to say “I love you” and have kits... Love… Rainhowl mentally sighed. He’d never be able to find love anyways, even if he wasn’t a medicine cat. And that was why he even became one in the first place. From kithood he knew he was an abomination, an insult even, and from kithood he knew he could not let anyone ever know.
He liked toms.
Oh yes, he even had a bit of an attraction towards Koisplash. But it wasn’t natural. A tom liking other toms was not natural. Not in the four clans at least. This was half the reason to why he was quiet. Rainhowl bit his lip. Yes, that was almost the only reason he was here stuck in a den far away from the rest of society, the rest of the world. Because if he wasn’t… he’d only be humiliated for whom he was because perhaps he might slip up. But that was okay, because he liked to help other cats, but... maybe not loved to. Love. Back to that topic again. And it burned his heart and mind and soul to think about it. Nope, he could never feel it… All for the clan, all for the clan. The clan was his family, the clan was whom he had to love. And boy, did Rainhowl hate it. All for the clan? What about him? Wasn’t he part of the clan too?
He shifted his paws in the dirt, and mentally sighed once more. What was he thinking? He’d never be accepted if he wasn’t a medicine cat. This world may be a cruel one, but to become a medicine cat to save his face was the sacrifice he had to take, it was a narrow get-a-way. Sacrifice? No, maybe not sacrifice, but he knew he lost so many opportunities because of it. He lost going out and fishing, he lost fighting battles, he lost really getting to know other cats. He lost the chance at love, even if it would ruin his reputation. Love love love… love.
“…Rainhowl?”
He snapped out of it as Koisplash called his attention again. My bad...
“You’ve been kind of out of it for a while, you okay…?”
Rainhowl nodded, “yeah, just kind of a sensitive topic. My thoughts you asked? Well… I think it’s just best to avoid loving others. Medicine cat or not. …In my opinion.” No, that was not completely his opinion, but he knew that was what he had to follow. Giving a stout nod he quickly got up and padded away, not taking a chance at hearing any more questions from his comrade in combat healing.
Love… yes, he should only avoid it. It only breaks hearts anyways. His lowered his ears. Though, than again he had nothing that could be broken. Because he decided to become a medicine cat, and that meant no matter how much he wanted to now, he was not allowed to love.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:13 pm
Name: SplitThorn
Gender: Female
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Mentor: None
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: WinterStripe
Children: None
Personality:
She's a very caring cat, but is a bit blunt. SplitThorn won't take any mercy whether you're a kit or elder when making comments, though she knows when to hold her tongue. Though her soul always seeks adventure, her heart shall always remain to her clan.
Bio:
"As one of the older cats when the adventure began, this warrior became in charge of upholding traditions of the clans. Besides training the kits with the other Shadowclan apprentice, she called upon Starclan to bestow upon each cat their warrior name. Because she wasn't a leader, she liked to look for signs Starclan may have sent to hint at a certain name for a certain cat."
NameEntry When she was born she had a full tail, but... it was a bit of a mutated one, and split into two (like an Espeon). Overreacting her father had it immediately removed, so all that was left was a stubby... stub, he deemed her "SplitKit". As an apprentice she had been teased about how the marking on her face looked like a thorn, and how her tongue was sharp like a thorn too, yet how she had never gotten a thorn stuck in her paw. During the adventure one day she did step on a thorn, but instead of it getting painfully stuck in her paw, her claws had been unsheathed at the time and somehow the thorn was perfectly split into two.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:18 pm
Name: TwinkleHeart
Gender: Female
Clan: Skyclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Mentor: Unknown
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: RollingLeap
Children: None
Personality:
TwinkleHeart is a stubborn girl she is, and probably would be whether or not she had been born blind. She can and will jump to conclusions and stick to them till proven false. The kind of warrior to always stick to their gut, and due to her disability she almost always has. She has a caring and teasing side to her though, but only allows it to surface for those she is close to. She's no head in the clouds kind of lover despite her Reindeer name Cupid.
Bio:
((Gl!tch~ is the other rper.))
RpContestResponse For the average warrior, cat, or creature, a single day was split into two. Any kit or elder knew this. Half was day, and the other half was night. It was the basics of life. This wasn't the case though for Twinklekit, day was night, and that was all there was to it.
Being blind though didn't make her dull and stupid.
Twinklekit slowly opened her sightless eyes. It had grown very quiet. The only sounds that could be heard was the peaceful chirping of a cricket, and the rhythmic breathing of the clan that surrounded her.
Night had dawned upon the camp, for those that could see though of course.
The white kit rose, her red eyes shimmering with excitement, either because of that or the tears that rimmed them. They may not have realized it, but she could sense their surprise that she had actually survived this long. Well you know what? She'd prove to them that she was more than just a reject!
With stealth the brave, but blinded with foolishness, kit made her way out of the nursery. She was young, but knew this camp like the back of her paw. Not waiting an extra second she darted away.
Rollingkit had slept longer than he should have. He groaned, sitting up. Too much milk, he thought, realizing that his mother was right for warning him about a bellyache from being a little glutton. Rollingkit observed the nursery, nearly empty except for mothers and his litter and...wait. Where was Twinklekit? He quickly jumped up to his paws. His favorite kit was missing! After searching the nursery fruitlessly, he looked out in the camp, and luckily caught her scent. Why would she leave the den? Rollingkit wondered, tailing her.
It was not long before Twinklekit caught on that she was being followed. As she suspected it was Rollingkit, that stalker. She didn't need his pity or his supervision!
She continued running, and new scents began to flood around her. Having a sharp nose she already had recognized them before as belonging to the forest when she was playing in camp, but never had she expected them to be so strong. Keeping track of her own scent trail so she'd be able to find her way back she quickly hid under a large root. She was going to catch a mouse, and no one was going to interfere!
He soon lost her. Rollingkit was only a kit, after all. "Twinklekit?" he called. "Where are you? I wanna play, too!" A small mouse ran by. "You're not Twinklekit." he muttered.
Twinklekit noticed the mouse scurry by and soon gave chase, leaving her tight hiding place. She wasn't about to let such a sitting duck escape her claws! She followed it by its scent, only to trip over a rock and lose the fleeing prey.
"Mouse dung!" She spat and shook herself off, feeling like a mouse brain. How could she have tripped over a rock!? Sighing she prepared to find another mouse to hunt, but froze as she felt a cold wet plop on her head, then heard a crackle so loud it almost hurt her ears.
"Twinklekit?" He thought he heard the albino kit nearby. A loud crack made his ears p***k, and his heart sink to his stomach. Without thinking, Rollingkit started to run towards the sound. "Twinklekit?!"
A storm!? How could she have not noticed the signs...
Twinklekit not hesitating began to run, her last instinct. The rain fell harder, washing away her scent trail, and eventually the kit found herself lost and soaked. Just great, could this get any worse!? Thunder could be heard again and she nodded, yep, it just did!
Out of options she began to run towards the calls of her den mate. Lightning screeched, and Twinklekit screamed, tripping over the root she had originally hid under.
The thunder and lightning scared Rollingkit. By the time he heard a screech from what sounded like another kit, he was soaked. "Twinklekit?!" he called once more, pressing on, against his better judgment. Rollingkit could barely scent, or even see, in the harsh weather.
Lightning flashed once more and before Twinklekit could get up there was a crack from the tree. She looked up, mud caking her white fur, and her eyes widened realizing a large broken branch was about to fall on top of her. Head hugged under her little paws she shivered in fear while screaming, but slowly opened her eyes again once she realized she was still alive. Luckily the root had saved her.
The kit tom skidded to a halt and the sound of the branch crashing and splintering. He turned and ran towards that sound, calling Twinklekit's name the whole way. Once he slipped in the mud, stood back up, and kept going.
Twinklekit struggled to squeeze out from under the branch but to no avail. She attempted to throw it off of her but it didn't even budge.
"Rollingkit!" She cried out, for once really wishing he was by her side like he usually was. Maybe she really did need him...
"Twinklekit! Where are you?" Rollingkit ran even faster, loose mud flying off him as he went.
"Over here!" Though her senses were dulled by the rain and cold she could identify the kits pitter-patter from the downpour. "I'm stuck under something!" There was more lightning, and Twinklekit squeaked, her mind and heart racing. What if he didn't make it in time and the entire tree fell down on her? No root could save her then!
He followed her voice until he saw a little white shape covered in mud, partially under something else. A branch! Rollingkit rushed over to her. "I'm here." he announced in a scared tone. He looked her over, and went around the branch and back. Then he grabbed onto her scruff and tried to pull the albino she-kit out.
Twinklekit tried to squeeze out from under it while he tugged, all the same time snuggling him in relief for coming. Her paws kept on slipping in the mud, and suddenly she got an idea. "Wait, let go for a moment. If I can roll in the mud a bit and you pulled maybe I can slip out with a little more ease."
"Uh...okay." Rollingkit stepped back, and looked up at the tree. If it got any worse, he would be willing to pull Twinklekit out of her fur just to save her.
Thankful she was at least able to move in place she rolled in the marshy mud, plastering herself as best she could. Once she sensed that there was not a single patch of clean fur left she nodded to Rollingkit.
"I hope it works..." She said, only audible enough for herself to hear.
He looked into her red eyes and came back over. He put her scruff between his jaws and pulled again, as hard as he could. Rollingkit hoped he wasn't hurting Twinklekit.
Twinklekit squeezed her eyes shut she she squirmed on out. Pop! She flew out at once, and gasped that her idea actually worked. "Rollingkit, you still there and alright?" Anything could happen even if she missed only a second, and she didn't want to miss a single second with her new hero.
The albino kit flew, and Rollingkit fell onto his back. "I think so. Are you okay?" he asked, rushing over to her. Rollingkit wasn't filled with pity, he was genuinely worried; and it didn't involve the other kit's blindness.
"Yeah," she raised her head at the sky, realizing that the rain was lightening, and would cease soon. She turned her head back to Rollingkit, "thank you for rescuing me, and sorry for causing you so much trouble." She lowered her head in shame slightly, "we should get back to camp, it'll be day soon... and I'll need all the time I can get to explain why my fur is so dirty." She chuckled sheepishly, "lead the way?"
"Uh....okay." Rollingkit agreed, surprised at how willing she was to follow him or even apologize. "Does this mean you'll play with me now?" he asked as he lead her back to the rocky camp.
She narrowed her eyes, "don't get ahead of yourself now." But instead of trotting ahead of him she just chuckled, "maybe." She tapped him with her tail lightly, "maybe, since you are going to be my future mate after all.~" Twinklekit said teasingly, before giggling, now trotting ahead of the other.
"Eh?" The word 'mate' took him completely by surprise. "Uhm...okay then. I'll do my best." Rollingkit ran up next to the albino she-cat, the one who would one day be his real mate.
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Posted: Tue Jan 13, 2009 3:19 pm
Name: Pac
Gender: Female
Clan: Bloodclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: (She probably killed them all in the womb)
Mentor: Unknown
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
Pac is one of the worst kind of warrior to have in your clan. She hunts, but she's the only one that eats what she kills. She fights, but runs once the going gets tough. She's a slacker that doesn't like working hard and doesn't like getting hurt. A selfish half-hermit that enjoys partaking in meaningless little games.
Bio:
Pac's mother had once been a rogue and an only friend to an avid gamer geek. She came and went as she pleased in the two-leg's house, always getting what she want and needed by her own means. The geek's favorite past time was Pacman. Though she stopped visiting when she joined Bloodclan.
When Pac was born the marking on her shoulder had reminded her mother of her two-leg friend, and his favorite game. So in sentimentality she named her Pac.
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Posted: Thu Jan 29, 2009 2:45 pm
Name: Crew
Gender: Male
Position: Rogue
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: None
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
He's crazier than Trini, almost unbearably so. So much that even Trini can't take him! Yeah, so best thing to do around this guy would just be to stay away. He doesn't even have those spontaneous moments of smartness, just constant insanity. Oh, and don't touch the Mohawk, while Trini has fangs he has talons.
Bio:
Cousin to Creambell and Trini, though constantly confused as Trini's brother. He did use to live with them sort of when they were kits but... it just didn't work out that well. They tried to chase him away, and that didn't work, so Trini tried killing him, which gave him his scar. He did survive though despite the big fight, and finally left. She thought he was dead till he finally decided to come back, and well... here he is~! Meet Crew, who's crazy enough that even his mother doesn't love him.
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2009 10:21 am
Name: Ricobell
Gender: Male
Position: Rogue
Mother: Trini
Father: MoonKnight
Siblings: Syrr, Marley, Domino, WhiteKnight, .5 Mite, .5 Bea, .5 Leather, .5 Quad
Mate: Pele/Andy
Children: Vladimir, Chan, Dusty Anderson, Lakota, Floyd, Gunpowder, Kunai
Personality:
When he's in his "feminine" mode he's skittish and tries to be as kind as possible, though is very sensitive. When he's in his "masculine" mode he's outgoing, adventurous, and has no idea what you're talking about when you mention him thinking that he's a girl.
Bio:
Ricobell believes that he is a girl, and it doesn't matter what reasoning you use, he'll just end up ignoring you and feeling insulted. Whenever the moon is out though he completely flips, and is a totally different person and knows that he is a male. Yeah, weird family, even those that seemed normal at first have something strange about them.
Oh, he's also WhiteKnight's sidekick.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 9:57 am
Name: RippleDawn
Gender: Female
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: TangleShadow
Father: BleedHeart
Siblings: OceanVein, LightningSpirit, BloodStripes
Mentor: SleetSlate
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
She's often bored and quite uninterested with everyone else. She is also easily agitated, but doesn't have a quick and bad temper like her father at least. She's also reluctant to be around others and play games, but eventually she will if you drag her in by force, just don't expect her to be very happy with you later. Keep in mind if she ever ignores you or looks like she's not paying attention don't think she's not listening, because despite often looking oblivious and always deep in thought she knows everything that is going on around her.
Bio:
Having perfect balance and paws more nimble then a spider monkey she is the type of cat that is probably very annoying to fight with in a battle. The kind that looks like they aren't trying at all and just toying with the other. Insults and words do get to her though, and sometimes can cause her to slip up a bit.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 1:56 pm
 Name: Hannah
Gender: Female
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Apprentice
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Gloria, Noteworthy
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
While Noteworthy and Gloria are both the adventurous type she is a bit set off from the group, she's the kind that likes to stay home, and never break any rules out of worry over consequences. She's a scaredy cat, but if it's for her loved ones than she'll go to almost any lengths. With the shrill voice of a kit she acts a bit like one to, as she's a little naive and can be sometimes full of things. She's most suited for a kittypet life than anything, but she'll try to be a great warrior... no matter how hard she fails.
Bio:
When cats of the forest were being cat-napped a band of the clan cats went out searching for them. They had stumbled upon her kittypet home, and after some minor disagreement she allowed them temporary shelter. After learning of their mission she could relate because Gloria had not come home for a while.
Once the trapped cats were free again she was reunited with Gloria, whom wanted to join Riverclan. Though Hannah rathered to stay home in her comfortable two-leg nest, she couldn't let Gloria go alone and decided to join her.
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Posted: Tue Mar 31, 2009 2:18 pm
Name: Noteworthy Nostalgia
Gender: Male
Tribe: Spirit Pelts
Position: Badger Favored
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Gloria, Hannah
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
He's pretty chill.
Bio:
Noteworthy like his mother was an adventurer. But before he was born though she had wandered off from tribe territory to explore some, and was some how captured by two-legs. A forced kittypet she was unable to escape due to pregnancy, and eventually gave birth to three kits. She never told them about the tribe, but for some reason Noteworthy had felt a strong homesickness, and for what he did not know. It was only a few moons after their birth when their mother passed away, and Noteworthy promptly decided to seek out what he was missing so terribly, leaving his two sisters behind.
When he stumbled upon the Tribe of Spirit Pelts and learned of his true heritage he joined the tribe in an heartbeat. He was given the seeker name "Nostalgia" because it was his nostalgia that had driven him back home. A little prior to when his sisters learned of the forest and its four clans did he retrieve his badger pelt, he had actually gone after it a little earlier than most seekers would have, maybe a little bit of a "prodigy".
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Posted: Tue Apr 21, 2009 2:50 pm
Name: Aeolus
Gender: Male
Position: Rogue
Mother: Unknown
Father: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Mate: Theia (Even if he has yet to meet her xD)
Children: None
Personality:
Aeolus is a cold cat(or at least he tries to be). If you say something to him he'll just glare at you till you leave. He prefers to stay away from others and doesn't like to be disturbed. Often he just stares out at nothing, probably thinking of nothing too even though he always looks so deep in thought. He has a fairly hot temper, but he protects those he cares about, no matter how much in pains him to.
Bio:
It's a mystery~ (AKA I don't feel like writing one out.)
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Posted: Sat May 23, 2009 9:29 am
Name: Beatrice Camilla
Gender: Female
Position: Rogue
Mother: Trini
Father: Ricochet
Siblings: Mite, Leather, Quad, .5 Syrr, .5 Marley, .5 Domino, .5 Ricobell, .5 WhiteKnight
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
Just like her parent's personalities Bea's personality clashes with itself. She's an observer and spectator, making witty comment here and there as she watches something, but she's super oblivious. (She's not exactly on the side of good, but she isn't evil either.) Bea is oblivious to the point of being dense in a way, but not exactly stupid. Someone can throw a coconut at her head from behind while she's talking to another cat, have a direct hit, and her not even notice kind of oblivious (and basically she continues to prattle on cheerfully like nothing happened). Other than that she's actually a rather calm and passive character.
Bio:
TBA
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 5:22 pm
Name: ViceVersa
Gender: Male
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: Warrior
Mother: EmeraldVapor
Father: HorizonWing
Siblings: MonoTone
Mentor: Unknown
Past Apprentices:
None
Mate: None
Children: None
Personality:
TBA
Bio:
His monarch buddy is Stripey Forte.
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