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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:07 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Featherɧeart.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 31 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include No one, unless someone wants to.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
ღ Kits
ღ Running
ღ Hunting
ღ Friends
ღ Mate (when she gets one anyways)
ღ Lustregaze ((like a friend))
ღ Oaktail (deceased)
My least favorite things...
✖ Kits/any cat getting terribly hurt
✖ Not being able to run
✖ Mean Cats
✖ Feeling lonely
✖ Being in an overly crowded place.
And, my fears.
✖ ! Cat's, especially kits, getting hurt.
✖ ! Feeling very, very alone . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Featherɧeart is a really sweet cat. She is normally soft and quiet. The ginger warrior is normally, not to sure of herself. Despite her soft-looking appearance and build, she is capable of being tough. Featherɧeart is very protective of those she cares about. She is very loyal to her clan and friends.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Featherɧeart is a soft, ginger she-cat with pale blue eyes. She has a few white sploches here and there. She has a mark that looks like an 'M' on her forehead. Featherɧeart has a long, slender body. and a long tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Featherɧeart let a normal kithood and a normal apprenticeship. Though, all her life, Featherɧeart hasn't thought that she's the most beautiful she-cat. She constantly compares herself to others like Skywisker. As a kit, she thought no one wanted to play with her because she wasn't pretty enough. As an apprentice she hid herself in her duties, she thought that she wouldn't become a warrior because she wasn't beautiful. But, much to her surprise, she did, now Featherɧeart is a warrior, and still thinks she's not beautiful. The ginger warrior keeps to herself a lot so she doesn't have many friends, other than Skywisker, Burrpelt... Dawnpaw and a few others whom she's not terribly close with. Featherɧeart's scared of falling for a cat, because she doesn't want someone to meow her fear. That she is in fact not a pretty she-cat. But she is a remarkable warrior, Featherɧeart adores kits, and is very protective of them, even if they're not hers. She loves playing with them.
For the longest time, Featherɧeart kept to herself and all that. Then Skywisker reached out to her and they became friends.
Then, when she met Burrpelt, she thought she was falling for him. But, since she figured he wouldn't like her because she wasn't beautiful, she introduced him to Skywisker, and the two hit it off right away.
So, now lonely again, she kept to herself once more. But then she met Burrpelt's brother Oaktail, and she started falling for him. But she decided to just be his friend. The two became really close, and he told her things that he's told no one. Then... That awful night, at the gathering. Her beloved Oaktail died in that battle. She is devastated and is, now, once again, keeping to herself.
Maybe, just maybe. Oaktail, now in Starclan, would maybe lead some tom to her. If she's lucky.
Now, she is a lot better. Featherɧeart doesn't look down on herself as much anymore. She still does sometimes, but then, old habits are hard to break, no? Right now, she isn't terribly interested in having a mate. This ginger warrior is content with just having a lot of friends. When Skywisker found out she was with kits, she asked Featherɧeart if she would be one of the aunts. At first, she said no. But Skywisker insisted and absolutely refused to take no for an answer. So now, she will be an aunt to Skywisker's kits, once they are born.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 11:22 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Rustdawn.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 16 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Sweetkit/?? (sister), Emberkit/?? (brother), Dawnthistle (momma), Lustregaze (brother from another litter).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
ღ Family
ღ Stormclan
ღ Skywhisker
ღ Exploring
ღ Hunting
ღ His sister (he's protective of her)
My least favorite things...
* Being misunderstood
* Being lost
* Bossy Cats
And, my fears.
✖✖ Sweetkit getting hurt
✖✖ Not being loved
✖✖ Getting lost . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Rustdawn is very energetic, or, can be. Usually though, he is calm and thoughtful, thinking things through. He loves to help his clan. That's something he's loved doing ever since he was a kit and Thunderflight had to stop him from battling with the badger things. Rustdawn loves his sister very much and is pretty protective of her. He has a capability of being wise.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Rustdawn is a brown tabby tom. He has a white chest and piercing blue eyes. His front two paws are a brown, and his back two paws are white. As is the very tip of his tail. He has a semi-muscular built and is swift on his paws. Rustdawn is bigger than his sister, but a little smaller than his brother.
My history, don't go poking around!
Rustkit was born to Dawnthisle after Lusterpaw's apprentice ceremony with his two siblings, Sweetkit and Emberkit.
Rustkit was romping around with Ravenkit when all of a sudden these beasts attacked the camp. Rustkit wanted to help, but he followed Burrpelt and began with protecting all the nursery cats. Then, kept finding his way back to the creatures. It was like he was meant to fight! But, Thunderflight kept scolding him and making him go back to the nursery cats up on that ledge.
Now that he's a warrior, Rustdawn is beginning to see what Thunderflight was getting at when she kept scolding him for finding his way back to the creatures. Rustdawn had a great mentor and he has grown close with Dawnsky, her actually being, not that much older than him. Which surprised him. He figured she was moons older, but, he was wrong. Him and Dawnsky are good friends.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:04 pm
 . : About Me : . Our name is Royalkit - Royalpaw - Regaleyes.
We are a proud member of StormClan.
We're a she-cat, we should know.
We're twenty-seven moons old.
We're a lowly warrior.
My kin include those of the Dark Forest, we guess. . : A Little Bit More : . Our favorite things!
~The Dark Forest
~Darkness
~Death
~Pain
~Suffering
~Battles
~Herself
~Kits
~Hunting
~Evil
~Perfection
~Hatred
~The Sky
~Stars
~The Moon
~Forests
~Sleeping
~Rain
~Snow
~Storms
~The Night
~Thunder
~Lightning
~Misery
~Butterflies
~Moths
Our least favorite things...
~StarClan
~NightClan
~SeaClan
~BreezeClan
~Queens
~Toms
~Love
~Flowers
~Bees
~Patrolling
~Being Active
~Imperfection
~Elders
~Sunlight
~The Sun
~Plains
~Swimming
~Water
~Dogs
~Badgers
~Happiness
~Herbal Odor
~Dung
~Filth
~'Peasants'
~Wasps
And, our fears.
~Fire
~Drowning
~Death . : Getting Personal : . We're not going to change, it's who we am.
Regaleyes is a rather uncaring cat. She's selfish and cruel, not caring whatsoever about anyone but herself. She adores kits, though, for some odd reaosn, and would always put them and their lives before her own. She hates queens, toms and elders with a burning passion, though her reasons are unknown. She's an all-around cruel cat to whomever she feels, but she honestly does have her moments of compassion. She's very intelligent and likes to boast about herself, using quite large words. She speaks with the royal "we", which is one of the reasons she feels detatched from everyone. She is very serious and rarely does she let her playful, childish side come out to anyone. Regaleyes is rather reckless because she honestly believes she is indestructable, but we all know that's not true. She thinks very highly of herself and many say she sees herself as a god- which, she isn't. She was just raised to think that no one cared and that the only one who mattered was herself. When it comes to debates, she believes she has no voice over others and prefers to remain silent. Regaleyes' heart is not always in the right place, especially when she is in battle. She becomes a bloodthirsty demon, taking on anyone who gets in her path. She does have a temper, but it is rarely unleashed to full power. Over all, she's just cold to everyone. She declines every little offer of love and happiness, almost preferring to be alone and miserable. Just remember, misery loves company.
It's what we am, like it or not.
Regaleyes is a very sleek and shiny blue-ish-black cat. Her pelt is short and always kept clean, giving it a faint shine. She is rather lean and muscled, with fairly long legs. Her appearence flaw, though, are her white toes. Every single one of her toes is completely white, making the pads under her toes pink, but the pads in the centeral part of her paw black. Her claws are long and curved and quite graceful. Her tail is long and sleek and never unruly in even the slightest. Her chest has a few single white hairs on it, another flaw that she hates. She has long silvery whiskers on a solid black muzzle. Her nose is also black. Her ears have no missing chunks at all and no nicks, and they're almost always perfectly erect. Her eyes, though, are a stunning sea green color, making her thought of perfection even out.
Our history, don't go poking around!
Royalkit was born to Raccoonstripe and an unknown rogue, along with her siblings Springkit (female) and Frozenkit (male). Springkit was Raccoonstripe's pride and joy, being born with almost the exact same marking pattern as her mother. Frozenkit was a simply grey tom with blue eyes, while Royalkit, of course, was black and white with these stunning eyes that no one noticed. At first, Royalkit didn't mind being ignored and forgotten by her own mother. It was just a usual thing for her and Frozenkit. But then a fox attacked camp and Frozenkit was killed. Raccoonstripe was devastated for about a moon, but then another queen, Blossompelt, had her own litter of kits, and that seemed to cheer Raccoonstripe up right away. So both Springkit and Royalkit were forgotten this time. By then, Royalkit was fed up with being left alone. She wanted to be loved- she wanted attention. So, one day, she pushed Springkit into a thorn bush. Springkit cried and cried until a warrior came and dug her out. He returned bth of the kits to Raccoonstripe, informing her of what Royalkit did. Raccoonstripe struck Royalkit. After that, the young she-kit just didn't care. She became reckless and mean, always picking on Blossompelt's litter. This went on until she became an apprentice.
Royalpaw was apprenticed by Jaguarpelt, one of the 'strong and silent' types. But he taught Royalpaw wonderfully for about a moon. She learned very quickly and took in everything he told her. But then his mate, Blossompelt, caught greencough. He abandoned Royalpaw to watch over her, day and night. He was even relieved of his warrior duties. Royalpaw was enraged about this. But, one night, someone came to her in a dream. He said his name was Grave and that he had, at one time, been in the same position little Royalkit was in. He promised to teach her everything he knew, which he did. Within moons, the young she-cat was a fighting machine. And all that was left to learn was about cruelty. Grave told her "Forget everyone else." "They don't care." "Only you matter." And these words were what she grew up with. She became very cruel and uncaring, but her love for kits grew. As an apprentice, Royalpaw would peek her head in every sunrise and sunset to look at the kits in the nursery. So, of course, when little Sunkit disappeared, she was the first to be suspected. It was sunrises away from her warrior ceremony when Sunkit disappeared. Even Springpaw and Raccoonstripe suspected Royalpaw. This enraged the apprentice. She ran away from NightClan in search of the kit, just to prove everyone wrong. When she finally did return, though, even more kits were gone. Rumors were going around about her being a Kit-Napper, but she didn't bother trying to prove herself. She became a hated warrior.
Regaleyes was her new name, by request. No one really unstood what regal exactly meant until she explained it at her ceremony. And that's when her regalness started. She started speaking with the royal "we", which was very odd to everyone. And she still always peeked in on the kits every sunrise and sunset. Soon, they became accustomed to her visits. The queens were very wary of her, but the kits loved her, and she loved them. But her love took it too far. One night, Regaleyes snuck out of camp with a specific kit, Autumnkit. While in the dark woods, though, the warrior met her sister- Springpelt. Springpelt was angry with Regaleyes for taking the kit and attacked her. Regaleyes had time to put Autumnkit in a safe place before murdering her sister. The warrior left her body with large claw marks, making it look like a large rogue or a dog had done the job. The Clan bought it. Regaleyes claimed to them that Springpelt had been the Kit-Napper, and brought Autumnkit as her 'proof'. Everyones' hatred for the she-cat lessened, but her revenge spree wasn't over yet. Raccoonstripe was still alive. An elder, yes, but still living. And she was distraught at the news about Springpelt. So, to 'cheer her up', Regaleyes took Raccoonstripe out of camp to go hunting. They had gotten a request from the medicine cat, though, to gather a few berries. Regaleyes found berries, yes, but they were death berries. She told her mother they were the right ones and that they'd help with her sore muscles. So, of course, Raccoonstripe chowed down on the berries. And died then and there. Regaleyes returned to camp and explained what happened, pretending to be in hysterics. She was pitied after that, left alone to be cruel. What bothers her now, though, is Grave. And why he never returned to her.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:59 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Skywisker.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 26 Moons.
I'm a Queen.
My kin include Brightheart (grandmother), Dawnsky (sister from another litter.)
Moonblaze (cousin), Cloudfur (unknown Seaclan brother),
Halokit, Neonkit, Briskkit -> The kits are born after the time skip.
and...... Burrpelt my mate.
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
✖ Ӄits
✖ Nature
✖ Hunting
✖ Trees
✖ Peace
✖ Friends
✖ Burrpelt (her mate)
✖ Dawnsky, her sister.
✖ Featherheart
My least favorite things...
✖ Twolegs
✖ Mean cats
....
And, my fears.
✖ dogs (sorta)
✖ feeling utterly alone (like there's no where to turn)
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Skywisker a sweet, thoughtful cat. She is a great friend and she is trustworthy. Skywisker is a dreamer, her mind may wander but she is a loyal clan cat at heart.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Skywisker is a snowy-white cat with one blue and one green eye. She may look smaller than normal but she's built. Skywisker isn't the best fighter. But she is a skilled hunter. She almost never fails to bring back prey.
My history, don't go poking around!
Skywisker was always the quiet Ӄit, she tended to stick close to her mother. Her mother and father decided to name her Skykit.
Before her mother died. She had asked the leader, if she would name her dear snow-kit, Skywisker. Her mother had said this.
"--star, please. I know it's not normal. But please name my wonderful
snow-kit, Skywisker. I am POSITIVE, that even when times are tough,
like the stars in the sky, she will feel Starclan from the tip of her tail to the ends of her whiskers..."
Skykit heard many stories of Brightheart, and dreamed of what it'd be like to have met her, she listened in awe. Skywisker's dad died a bit after she was born. And then her mom died while giving birth to Dawnpaw, when Skywisker was known as Skypaw. Skywisker and Dawnpaw share the same mom, but have different dad's. Skywisker absolutely adores Ӄits and hopes to have her own someday. She's usually cheerful and sweet, she's hardly ever angry, she'll only be angry if she has a good reason to be. And she is willing to do almost anything. If you can't find her looking at the Ӄits, she's probably hunting.She is a very sweet and kind cat.
She met Burrpelt, thanks to Featherheart, and they bonded while they were hunting, something which they both love. Skywisker loves it more, I think. They had gone through quite a rough and awkward stage. But they worked through that. Now they are mates, and she plans on always being there for him.
Skywisker almost got herself stuck underwater at the gathering battle. But she was alright, only big injuries being her scar reopening and a small chill.
Now, a number of moons later, she is pregnant with Burrpelt's kits and almost due for birthing.
She is the mother of Burrpelt's kits. Halokit, Neonkit and Brisk-kit
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:07 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Dawnsky.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Brightheart (great-grandmamma from their mom's side), Skywisker (sister, they have the same mom),
Whitestorm (great-great-grandpapa from her dad's side), Moonblaze (cousin).
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
[ʢʡ] Stormclan
[ʢʡ] Climbing
[ʢʡ] Dawn
[ʢʡ] Doves
[ʢʡ] Rolling around
My least favorite things...
[✂] Large crowds
[✂] Death
[✂] Violence/Fighting
And, my fears.
[¤] Death (not really, she's not scared of Starclan)
[¤] Dogs
[¤] Twolegs
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Dawnsky is very small. She sometimes seems wise for her age. She admires Silverstar but has no dreams of becoming leader. Dawnsky is very sweet but also very protective. She is quick to think and slow to do things she's not sure of, most of the time. Dawnsky is slow to become angry. She usually thinks things through before doing anything. Dawnsky is usually very, very cheerful and bouncy.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Dawnpaw is a very small she-cat. She is a pure white she-cat and has bi-colored eyes. Her left being Hazel, like her dads, and her right blue, like her and Skywisker's mom. Dawnsky has a long tail and is swift on her paws. She uses her small size to her advantage.
My history, don't go poking around!
Dawnsky was a quiet kit, and was still pretty quiet as an apprentice, sometimes. She thinks things through. Dawnsky is a good listener, just not that great at staying still. She sometimes dreams of her great-great grand-dad Whitestorm . Dawnsky has one sister (kind of) Skywhisker. They share the same mom. But Dawnsky's dad was a descendant of Whitestorm. So Dawnpaw is a descendant of Whitestorm and Brightheart. While Skywhisker only of Brightheart.
Now, she isn't quiet anymore. She is very energetic and bubbly. She was in her first fight at the gathering. And experience her first death....
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:19 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Everkit.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm a newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Brightspirit (mother), Riverfang (father), and my siblings. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ My parents
+ My siblings
+ Stories
+ Learning
+ Being smart
+ Sensible cats
+ Thinking
+ Quiet
+ Watching others cats
+ Asking questions
+ Challenges
+ Working hard
+ Fixing stuff
+ The question 'why?'
+ Observing
+ Outside world
+ Having time alone
My least favorite things...
- Loud and immature cats
- Being disturbed when thinking
- Being called dumb and mousebrain
- Bitter and ill-tempered cats
- Not learning
- Boring things and cats
- Easy things
- Not being challenged
- Unsensible things and cats
- Pain and sickness
- Cats who break the rules
And, my fears.
X Losing my family
X Failing myself and my clan
X Going crazy, I don't want to lose my mind. I like my smart mind! . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Why, hello there. I'm not like your typical kit. When most cats think of kits, they think of cute little furballs doing immature things and making fools of themselves. Well, not me. I'm a very thoughtful and intelligent little kit. I was born with a big brain, or that's what my parents say. I'm alwasy up for learning something new and I love to ask questions. Only sensible ones however. I refuse to ask stupid questions. I often sit by myself and just think, or watch the other cats. Its fun to watch how they act or what they are doing. You learn a lot this way. Its also an easy way to find out what's going on in the clan since, when watching, its easy to listen in on conversations or just notice how a cat's body to reacting to what's going on. However, I'm not one to jump to conclusions. My favorite question in the world has to be 'why?'. I love asking that since you then get to learn something new! I almost never play with my siblings and mainly spend my time with the elders or the other cats. I love to talk to the older warriors and the elders. They always have something new to teach you or stories to tell (From which you can learn stuff from!). I also love to explore and discover new things. The world outside camp is so tempting but I know the rules and I refuse to break them. So I will simply wait until I am an apprentice. Besides, there are many things to learn in camp in the meantime.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I don't look like either of my parents and I don't mind at all. My pelt is white with patches of dark ginger fur, almost the same color as fire. My muzzle is ginger, along with my left ear. My right ear, and the rest of my face, is white. My back is dark ginger, almost like a cape, as is my tail. My front paws and legs are also ginger but my hind paws and legs are white. My underbelly and chest are also white. My eyes are a dark amber color.
My history, don't go poking around!
I'm the daughter of Riverfang and Brightspirit. I also have three siblings to share a den with. I'm a newborn so nothing much has happened in my life yet.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:20 pm
. : About Me : .
My name is Halokit ⇨ Halopaw ⇨ Haloberry OR Halolight.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-kit, I should know.
I'm 1 Moon.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Skywisker (momma), Burrpelt (papa), Neonkit (sister), Briskkit (brother), Dawnsky(aunty, momma's side), Moonblaze (great aunty, momma's side), Oaktail (uncle, deceased, papa's side).
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
ஜ Running
ஜ Pouncing
ஜ Sneaking
ஜ Climbing
ஜ My Sister
ஜ Momma and Papa (Skywisker and Burrpelt)
ஜ Hunting
ஜ Adopted Aunty (Featherheart {Only reasonable since her Aunt and Mother are close buddies with her}
My least favorite things...
◇ Cats dieing
◇ Sadness
◇ Mean kitties
◇ Just plain idiots
◇ When my brother... Briskkit, act cold and such
And, my fears.
◇ ◇ Lightning
◇ ◇ Skywisker or Burrpelt getting hurt or dieing
◇ ◇ Losing Meh family
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Halokit is quiet and sweet. She isn't a handful at all and helps to keep her sister in line. Halokit, unlike Neonkit, is capable of sitting still. Her and her sister are opposites. Halokit enjoys talking to herself. She can have quite lengthy conversations with herself, and, well, she has quite the arguments with herself too.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Halokit has vibrant blue eyes. Her fur, the opposite of her sister. Is the same white as Skywisker's. She then, has stripes which look somewhat like "flames", those are the color of Burrpelt's fur. Halokit is a sleek she-kit with a very long tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Halokit is a newborn. She is born to Skywisker and Burrpelt. Halokit is a sister to, her sister Neonkit and her brother Briskkit... Halokit is a bit different than her siblings though, she's blind. A few days after being born, Skywisker began to notice that Halokit kept running into things. So, naturally worried, Skywisker called for her cousin, Moonblaze, and her cousin told Skywisker that, her little Halokit, is blind. (I plan of having that roleplayed. ^^)
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:32 pm
Owner: Trixie Buddy  . : About Me : . My name is Whisperblade.
I was once a Nightclan loner but now i am a proud member Stormclan.
I am 16 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Thunderlfight (mate), Hurricankit, Tempestkit, Blizzardkit, and Twisterkit (kits)
My favorite things!
~My beloved Thundeflight and my kits
~Peace
~the night
~watching the stars
My least favorite things...
~War
~Being out in the open
And, my fears.
~ That i may have failed to save her....
~Being forced to fight
~ Being seen
~Having to serve Fathom's evil side once more.
. : Getting Personal : .
Its what I am
Whisperblade is a Japanese Bobtail. A cat bread for for their short tail due to the Japanese belief that a cat with a long tail could potentially turn into a monstrous Nekomata. He is a black cat with a blue tint to his fur and white spots around his face and paws. He has a few x mark scars from past experiences.
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Whisperblade is a spy/warrior for Fathom of Nightclan. His job was to gather information among the clans without being seen and is very good at his job. He is very polite and kind but can be shy and dislikes speaking out in the open. Not many cats know of his existence even among his own clan. From birth he was trained under a code of honor which he follows closely. Being raised under a stricked code he lives his life to obey Fathom, weather it be good or bad. Now that Lavederstar is leader and thinks he is dead he is currently free from his code. He is fearful of returning due to having to serve under another leader. He is hesitated due to Fathom's insanity which he had to obey under oath.
My history, don't go poking around!
Whisperblade was once a secret warrior under the service of Fathom, the leader of nightclan. During Fathom's leadership he was struggling with a demon in his mind who ordered Whisperblade to gather information on the other clans for an upcoming war during the planed attack on Seaclan. On his scouting mission Thunderclaw, his beloved mate, attempted to kill him while they were alone. Instead she ended up falling into the river and ... dove in to save her. He was successful in his goal but washed far down steam and supposedly died. Thunderclaw reported that e was dead to Nightclan and fled, fearful of punishment From Fathom. Whisperblade now wonders the land in search of his beloved, in hopes that he had succeeded in saving her life that night. He is still unaware of her intentions that night. He watches over the welfare of the clans from behind the scenes. Only recently had he discovered that his love was the one who had tried to kill him. Despite this betrayal she continues to be the main thing on his mind, and in his broken heart. After his search for her was complete he decided it be best that he did not return to Night clan due to the leader he was raised to serve was dead. In the code he was raised with he would have to listen to the very order of the new leader, but feared that they would be corrupt and did not wish to continue his life doing dirty work, so decided to let them believe that he had died that night after all.
After helping defend Silverstar form the Star Slayer, Splinter by luring him away into a trap i was accepted into Stormclan, where i became mates with Thunderflight and started a new life.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:42 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Hollowkit.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 4 moons old.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Brightgaze(Mother, Missing), Cloudstep (Father, Missing), Miraclepaw (sister, deceased). .. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Rain
- Clan
- Friends
- Sleeping
- Hunting
- Helping
- Mom
- Dad
My least favorite things...
- Unhappiness
- Two-legs
- Monsters
- Dogs
- Foxes
- Badgers
- Loneliness
- Cold
- Snow
And, my fears.
- Fire
- Learning that her
parents passed
away, and that she's
really alone . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Although young, I've had my fair share of bad times. Though I don't let this bother me, since it's no fair to get everyone else down. I try my best to impress my clan mates so they can accept me. I always listen to what the older cats tell me, because I don't want to get into trouble. When I am sad I try to be alone. Having cats avoid me at that time would be best. Otherwise I'll always be ready to help out my clan!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I look a lot like my mother, but my eyes are from my dad! My fur is mostly a white cream color. My muzzle has a darkish grey color. That color is also on the tip of my ears and tail. Not to mention on all four paws. My eyes are a bright blue color.
My history, don't go poking around!
There's not much to say, since I'm so young right now. I was born just at the beginning of leaf bare to my family of four, including me of course. My mother was a beautiful Siamese cat with bright green eyes. Her name was Brightgaze. My father on the other hand had a black pelt with white paws, and his name was Cloudstep. They had two other kits before, but my mom told me that one didn't make it. The one that survived is named Miraclepaw. She's was training to be a warrior! And well, there's a reason I said was. While hunting in the forest she was attacked by a fox. My sister was beaten pretty badly but she got into a tree to keep safe. As you would probably guess, it's pretty hard to climb out of a tree after being mangled by a fox. Even though my mom tried to help her down, Miraclepaw fell and died. Mommy and Daddy were devastated after that. Everything pretty much went downhill from there.
I was already born when that accident happened. Brightgaze wanted me to be safe and alive, so she actually asked the leader to make me a medicine cat apprentice instead of a warrior. But I don't want that! Yet daddy agreed. The rest of the clan responded negatively. Eventually my parents broke down and gave up. One morning, Cloudstep went for a walk and never came back. So now it was only me and my mommy. The fact that dad disappeared seemed to make her even more depressed. Finally, it seems like she couldn't take it either. Brightgaze announced to the clan that she would be heading out to search for Cloudstep. Though we all knew that what she said wasn't the real reason. Mommy just wanted to get away from it all, even if it meant abandoning me. She was getting up to finally leave the clan in the middle of the night when I asked her why she wouldn't take me too. "You'll be safer here, and hopefully have a good life. Make us all proud by not become a medicine cat like we wanted, but a warrior like I know you want to be." with one last light lick on my head she left. Now, I'm alone in the clan. But I know that they're both out there somewhere so it's okay.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:17 am
 . : About Us : .Our names are Cedarbranch and Oakbranch.
We are proud members of StormClan.
We are both toms, we should know.
We are 18 moons after timekskip.
We are apprentices.
Our kin include Petalfur (mother), Rowanstrike (father, deceased).. : A Little Bit More : .Our favorite things!
-Messing around
-Practical jokes
-Having fun
-Flirting with she-cats
-Each other
Our least favorite things...
-Cats ruining our fun
-Getting jokes played on us
-Strict, mean cats who don't know how to relax
And, our fears.
-NightClan cats
-Growing old
-Dying young. : Getting Personal : .We aren't going to change, it's who we are.
We twins love nothing more than to play around and have fun, playing jokes on poor, unsuspecting cats. We are very relaxed all the time, so we tend to complain about chores and whatnot. We're twins, so we won't go anywhere without each other. We also finish each other's sentences because we know exactly what the other is thinking. We are completely and totally alike in every way possible, so cats often get confused on who is who.
It's what we are, like it or not.
We are both a bright orange, with darker stripes flecking our pelts. We are very skinny, to the point where it looks like we haven't eaten in moons. To top it all off, we have very long extremities, too, including our legs, necks and tails. We aren't very muscular, so naturally we aren't very good at fighting, but our light weight makes us excellent hunters. Our eyes are a pale green with flecks of yellow, always filled with happiness and mischief. Again, we both look exactly alike, without anything that could tell us apart just by our physical appearance.
Our history, don't go poking around!
We were the only two cats born to Petalfur and Rowanstrike, and were happy little kits in a picture-perfect family. But everything changed just days before our apprentice ceremonies. On that fateful day, our father Rowanstrike was killed defending his Clan from foxes. Suddenly with one slash, our father was gone. We mourned for a long time, but realized something. We didn't want to spend the rest of our lives moping and sulking, so we brightened up, and became what we are today. Our mother is still alive, but since her mate died and we look exactly like him, she loves us dearly and treats us like kits sometimes, to our annoyance.
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 3:49 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Neonkit ⇨ Neonpaw ⇨ Neonmist.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-kit, I should know.
I'm New-Born.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Skywisker (momma), Burrpelt (papa), Halokit (sister), Briskkit (brother), Moonblaze (Great-Aunty, Momma's side), Dawnsky (Aunty, momma's side), Oaktail (uncle, papa's side).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
ஜ Momma (Skywisker)
ஜ Me sister and brother
ஜ Lightning
ஜ Hunting
ஜ Tree Climbing
ஜ Papa (Burrpelt)
My least favorite things...
◇ Dieing
◇ Friends being sad
◇ Meanies
And, my fears.
◇ ◇ Dieing
◇ ◇ Fire
◇ ◇ Momma or Papa getting hurt or dieing
◇ ◇ Losing Me family . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Neonkit is a soft little ball of energy. She gets to be quite a handful because she loves to be all over the place. This young kit is rarely quite and still. She is pretty much the opposite of her sister, Halokit.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Neonkit has very bright green eyes. Her fur is the same tabby color as her father, Burrpelt's fur. And she has white "flames" or stripes, the white is the same white as Skywisker's fur. Neonkit is a sleek kit with an oddly long tail like her sister.
My history, don't go poking around!
Neonkit is a newborn. She is born to Skywisker and Burrpelt. Neonkit is a sister to her sister Halokit and her brother Briskkit.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:46 pm
. : About Me : .My name is Mirrorkit ↘↘ Mirrorpaw ↘↘ Mirrorpool.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm sixteen moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Goldenpaw ( deceased sister ) and the foxhearts who didn't care enough to live for us.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
√ Gatherings
√ Feeling content ( doesn't happen often )
√ Star-gazing
√ Running//Hunting//Training
√ Freedom
My least favorite things...
× Her social awkwardness
× The water, therefore Seaclan
× Mean//rude//jerk-y cats
× Untidiness
× The cold//rain
And, my fears.
××× The Dark ( can't go out at night if there are no stars. )
××× Drowning
××× Forgetting . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Mirrorpool's biggest strength and weakness is ultimately her faith. Her faith in other cats has hurt her the most though. She finds it very difficult to form meaningful relationships but great Starclan she tries! In the past others have only ended up disappointing her, so Mirrorpool has grown to become quite the independent she-cat. Often Mirrorpool is very aloof in the way she interacts with others but this is only because of her inner confidence. Not in the fact that she is better than others but in the fact that she knows who she is completely. She has utter faith in her abilities and she feels that this gives her an edge to her opponents. Something unknown to others is the fact that Mirrorpool can stay level-headed in almost any situation. She doesn't just put on a cool face, it actually is a cool face. Mirrorpool can control her emotions very well, she doesn't succumb to them as easily as others. Surprisingly, Mirrorpool is a very passionate cat. She doesn't like to do things halfheartedly, but rather puts all her strength and energy into doing the task at hand sufficiently and well. Because of her independence, Mirrorpool finds it difficult to be restrained by anything. She will definitely not be controlled by her fears, weaknesses, or any cat for that matter. She's extremely resolute when it comes to her goals in life and her point of views. ( She just doesn't like to admit how stubborn she is. )
It's what I am, like it or not.
To start off, Mirrorpool likes to think she doesn't have any defining features but others disagree heartily. For one, her torso is unusually long. This coupled with her tall, slender legs make her a force to be reckoned with when it comes to running. Although it does come with some disadvantages. Mirrorpool has horrendous posture! When sitting on her haunches with her tail neatly wrapped around her paws you can almost dissuade yourself from seeing it -- almost. Her long torso makes it uncomfortable to keep it perfectly straight when sitting, so Mirrorpool has become accustomed to hunching. At her best, she looks like a wary vulture, unfortunately. Her pelt is neat and mostly always clean. It's often difficult to tell when she's scared because her fur doesn't rise as easily along the spine since it's very close knit to the flesh. The base colour of her fur is a nice shade of brown striped with an even darker brown-black around her forehead, spine, and tail. One defining trait of hers is the way her fur reacts to colour. If surrounded or even near to a solid colour or mass of solid colour, the colour would reflect strongly off of her pelt. ( i.e If Mirrorpool was standing in a field of daffodils, her pelt would take on a yellowy hue. ) Her eyes remain clear no matter her emotion. They are a pretty swirled blue-green-turquoise colour.
My history, don't go poking around!
Mirrowpool doesn't like to think of her past as tragic, but maybe that's her faith clouding her vision. Her parents retired to Elder-dom only a couple of moons into their kits' training. They'd had many litters litter before them and it seemed that they would only drag the clan down had they still been warriors. While her mother still dreamt of catching mice, her father spiralled down into elder-dom too quickly for you to imagine. His mind was not about him and his memories a complete blur by the next moon. His fragile condition finally took a turn for the worst and one leaf-fall evening he fled. In his delirious state he managed to travel to the defining Seaclan cliffs. Mirrorpaw and Goldenpaw were sent out to retrieve but somehow their mother had followed them, staying stealthily hidden. Their father was mad, mumbling of Starclan and his youth, he could've jumped and both apprentices were afraid to take the risk of scaring him right off the cliff. Their decision proved irrelevant though because their mother swooped in and head-butted him away from the cliff. The opposite momentum however pushing her off the cliff. Miraculously she was able to hold on, but just barely and the pain was excruciating. With Goldenpaw subduing their father, Mirrorpaw would have to take care of their mother. It was an awful struggle--at least on Mirrowpaw's part for it seemed that her mother had just given up, accepting her awful fate. But in the next moment, the dark blurb that was their father lunged for them both. Mirrorpaw was bowled out of the way but both their parents were suddenly lost to them, the Sea having swept them up.
The next few moons were awful. Goldenpaw had been depressed ever since they died, not able to escape her unbearable sorrow. Rumours flying about in the clan only made it worse. They kept saying it was all a huge cover-up. That their parents' death was suicide. This made Goldenpaw even more sad and soon she lost all interest in training. It was heart-wrenching for Mirrorpaw who seemed to excel while her sister just gave up. Soon other cats gave up on her too, no words however true or inspirational could get her out of this eternal funk. And when winter came, there was no hope of her survival. She barely ate, claiming that the clan should be fed before a lazy apprentice but Mirrorpaw held onto the hope that she could survive. At least that was until greencough wracked the saddened, weak apprentice. She was already so weak and her spirit no longer existed in everyone's else's eyes. Just a hollow shell of the cat she used to be. It was no surprise when she passed away gently in her sleep leaving Mirrorpaw completely alone. Moons passed and Mirrorpaw became Mirrorpool. The pain is still inside her, as raw as if she could still see each pain filled breath, eyes clouded by fever but she cherishes the memory never the less.
SHALL NOT BE INTRODUCED UNTIL AFTER TIMESKIP !!!
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Posted: Thu Aug 11, 2011 4:36 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Blizzardkit ll Blizzardpaw ll Blizzardfury.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Thunderflight (mother), Whisperblade (father), Hurricanekit (brother), Twisterkit (sister), Tempestkit (sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
● My parents, but especially my mother
● My siblings, as long as they don't annoy me
● Observing quietly
● Making random, mostly outrageous analysis based on observations
● High places, e.g. tree branches
● Snow, cold weather
● Shadows (trait from father)
● Thunder and lightning (trait from mother)
My least favorite things...
● Other cats annoying me
● Twisterkit poking me
● Cats who treat me like an utter idiot
● Cats who act like an utter idiot and lower the IQ of others
● Immature cats who act like kits (namely Lustregaze and Miraclesky)
● Lustregaze, he has to stop hanging around my mother Thunderflight! (Oedipus complex XD)
And, my fears.
● Crowds (a bit Demophobic like Whisperblade)
● Not living up to mother and father's expectation . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am quiet and is constantly seen observing others from a solitary corner. From the way I look at others, it is as if I am trying to see through and into the cat's soul, but all I am doing is quietly take in all the information I can see from the cat. I have a wild imagination and can sometimes overthink things, but I am highly observant and intelligent for his age. I am quick to know of any changes within the clan, e.g. someone falling in love, or an argument between two cats, thanks to my exceptional spying and observational skills - courtesy of my father Whisperblade. I always walk around with my brows furrowed, as if I am in deep thought. Do not be mistaken though, I am not bad tempered - I am merely analysing!
I can be witty and sarcastic when I want, or when I feel that the cat I am talking to is worth my time. I do not talk much, and do not play much with other kits, no matter how hard my siblings try to make me, hence my name "Blizzardkit".
I have a slightly annoying habit of chewing anything new to get to know it, whether it is a stick or another cat's tail. Beware!
(He's like Sherlock Holmes plus a little bit of Oedipus XD)
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have jet black fur dark as the night, and golden eyes. I have a white spot over my left eye like a half mask and all my paws are white, similar to my father. I also has a stumpy tail from the "bobtail trait" of my father. My face is always formed into a small frown, quietly observing others.
My history, don't go poking around!
I've just been born, and already very curious about the world. There is something new everyday!
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 4:19 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Dustpaw.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm eight moons.
I'm a warrior's apprentice.
My kin include {N/A, open}. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Sunny spots
~ Other apprentices
~ Play fighting
~ Annoying warriors
~ Getting in the way
~ Teasing others good-naturedly
My least favorite things...
- My fluffy tail being insulted
- Being yelled at
- Others not getting my jokes
And, my fears.
X Being hated
X Dying
X Not having friends
X Being alone . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am very good natured and friendly. I have a lot of energy and am "off the walls" most of the time. I love playfully teasing the other apprentices, and sometimes even the warriors! I spend a lot of my time joking around and I don't take a lot of things seriously. For me, a lot of life is just a game! We're not all going to live long, so my motto is "Have fun while you can because for all you know, you could die tomorrow!" I can become very annoying, but heck! I don't care! To sum it up: I am very care free and fun loving, it's hard to put a damper on my mood!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a fluffy medium sized cat with an interesting pelt pattern. To start off with, my right ear is an orangey-ginger while my left ear is a muddy brown. The left side of my face is grey-black as the right side of my face is a pale grey-brown. The area between my eyes is grey with a tiny patch of grey-brown, like the right side of my face, above my nose. However, my nose is pink and my eyes are a sapphire blue! The bottom half of my face is a pale-grey off white color, including a small patch of dark brown on my chin.
The base color of my body is dark grey, but I have dark grey-black and pale brown patches that dapple my back and body. My underbelly and chest are the same pale-grey-off-white of the lower part of my face. At the same time my left forepaw is a dark grey-brown, almost the same color as my grey base-fur color. My right forepaw, on the other hand, is a muddy brown. My left back paw is grey black and my right back paw is a very pale grey.
My tail is very fluffy and a grey-black with a tawny tip. It has ginger patches, outlined and patched by tawny patches, the same color as my tail tip. To sum it up: I have a very uniquely colored, fluffy, and patchy pelt.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born into StormClan eight moons ago. I was always adventurous beyond belief and got myself into constant trouble. I played with the other kits and had an all around great time. My mother always said that she didn't know what she was going to do with me back of my good natured and carefree personality. I would always playfully tease the other kits, apprentices, and even warriors! I think I annoyed most o the clan out of their fur! Nothing really changed after I was apprenticed, I just moved out of the nursery. My behavior and joking personality is no different from how it used to be, but I have learned knew stuff. Like how to hunt and fight! I know that I'm annoying and hyper, but I'm not going to change because I have to keep the clan cheerful in hard times!
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 4:59 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Dustykit-> Dustypaw-> Dustyheart.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 15 moons old.
I'm an apprentice.
My kin include ??.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Hunting
-Being alone
My least favorite things...
-Fighting
-Being around others
-Anything that might make me angry
And, my fears.
-Hurting someone really badly
-Love (of any kind! because what if I hurt them?). : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I seem very unskilled at battle skills, but actually I'm really strong and skilled. I act lazy and only like hunting, because prey is something I can test my skills on without really hurting anything. (it's just prey...!) Anyways, I can seem very arrogant and I don't like talking to other people. My behavior hasn't earned me very many friends...
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have sandy-colored fur, with light tabby markings. I have a little white on my face and on my paws, and my chest and belly are a soft white. My eyes are a deep, dark amber color. My fur is coarse and kind of scruffy. I have a muscular build, betraying my strength.
My history, don't go poking around!
I first found out my strength when I was a kit. My sister, Fawnkit, and I sneaked out of camp, as kits are bound to do. We started a play fight. I fought a little too hard, and a seemingly playful bite to her neck killed her. I was horrified. I hadn't even bitten down very hard at all! I ran into camp, wailing. I made up the story that a large blackbird had attacked us and killed Fawnkit, before I scared it off. I would not tell them that I had killed her. I vowed to myself then to never fight, and if I had to fight, then I would only fight to the minimum of my ability.
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