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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:31 pm
Owner: hundredpercentasian  . : About Me : . My name is Diamondkit.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm a newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Galestar (father), Frostclaw (mother), Whirlkit (brother), Billowingkit (brother), Galekit (brother) and Crystalkit (sister).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Some of my siblings and whole family
- Especially my mother
- BreezeClan
- Defending my clan
- Staying true to the warrior code
- Faithful cats
- Harmony within the camp
- Training
- Hunting
- Fighting
My least favorite things...
- Obnoxious and rude cats
- Enemies that are against her parents or family members
- Bullies that pick on her siblings, no matter how annoying they can be
- Disobeying the clan rules for any particular reason
- Too innocent cats
- Many more
And, my fears.
- Sometimes when she is apart from her mother
- Not aware of her fears, she will know soon . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
You can say that i'm a complete clone of Frostclaw. I'm serious and look up to my mother. I copy her every movement as a kit, seeing her as my personal role model. Unlike my other siblings, who seem to be too hyper. Well some of them. When it comes to someone getting on my nerves, i'll snap at them without any hesitation. And when it comes to fighting, I am willing to take control, just to protect my clan. But most importantly, my family.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Like I stated many times, i'm a complete replica of my mother. I look exactly like her. I'm a silver and mainly white bengel kitten. My fur is a creamy silver and white shade. Along my back are patters of spots and stripes, similar to a tabby. My eyes are big and blue, just like my father. And mother, you can say.
I'm the only one of my siblings who doesn't have a copy of myself running around...save my mother. o_o
My history, don't go poking around!
Born and raised in BreezeClan.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:32 pm
Owner: Leopardstreak  . : About Me : . My name is Amethystkit.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm a newborn.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Galestar (father), Frostclaw (mother), Whirlkit (brother), Billowingkit (brother), Galekit (brother), Crystalkit (sister), and Diamondkit (sister).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My whole family
- BreezeClan
- Peace
- Unity
- Friends!
- Flowers
- A pretty sky
- Hunting
- Defending the Clan
- Fighting, but only when necessary
- Playing
- Shiny/sparkly things [crystals, stones, etc.]
- Other kits
- Helping Clanmates
- Dreaming
My least favorite things...
- Unnecessary battles
- Injustice
- A disheveled Clan
- Disagreement
- Bloodshed
- Bickering
- Rude/mean cats
- The Dark Forest! Scary D8
- Owls!
- Arguing
And, my fears.
- Getting lost
- Will add more as she gets older! . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Amethystkit was not named for the color of her eyes- they weren't even open yet! She is a very peaceful kitten, one who hates to argue and hates even more pointless bickering. Her ideal world would be one of complete peace and unity, but that's never going to happen. She always tries to intervene and be the mediator, attempting to prevent agruments from happening. She is much like her father in her behavior towards others; always cheerful and kind, but also has a twist of her own. She's not afraid to butt in to cats' conversations if she senses an argument, and does her best to stop them. She hates pointless bloodshed and battles, and would much rather find a peaceful way of talking things out than leaping at an enemy's throat. Each cat's life is valuable beyond belief, why take it from them if there is another solution?
It's what I am, like it or not.
Amethystkit is one of the triplets (Crystal and Billowing). She is a siamese bengal mix. She is short and stubby now, but as she grows up, she will become long and lanky, a slender cat just like her mother and father. She has crystal blue eyes, but with bare tinges of purple around the iris. However, it is barely noticable unless you know it is there. Her coat is a creamy sort of silver, with faded tabby markings on her legs, around her nose, and her tail is a silver that fades into the creamy silver of her pelt. Right now she is covered in soft kit fluff that makes her sneeze! Her nose is black, but her whiskers are white. Her claws are also black. She is nearly impossible to tell apart from her two other triplets, other than the slight purple shading in her eyes.
My history, don't go poking around!
She was just born, you silly billy! But as her life progresses, she will son have some interesting experiences to add here!
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:37 pm
Owner: Leopardstreak  . : About Me : . My name is Mapleleaf.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Birdsong, Rosewind, Poisekit, Bearkit. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Peace
- Wind
- Sunshine
- Greenleaf
- Newleaf
- Leaffall
- Kits/Apprentices
- Moors
- A good run
- Sunset
- Embergaze
- Her "secret" spot
- Her kits!
My least favorite things...
- Needless bloodshed
- Arguing
- Unhappy Clanmates
- Crowfood
- Bieng cooped up in camp
And, my fears.
- Hawks/eagles/predators
- Thunderpath
- Twolegs {somewhat}
- Bieng banished from the Clan . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Mapleleaf has a very easy-going, kind personality. She's always willing to work for her Clan, and is repected for that. She likes the open moors, and loves the feeling of the win in her fur. She enjos a good run, and loves to watch the sun set. She's a very deicated mentor and Clanmate, always willing to give her life for another. She is a thoughtful cat, usually preferring to think things through rather than rush into them. She has a keen mind; she can put things together from only the slightest detail.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A small calico she-cat, yet extremely strong for her size. She has luminous green eyes that glow like the stars of StarClan. She's a true BreezeClan warrior, wily, proud, and strong. Her fur is long, and rustles in the wind. She's a truly beautiful she-cat; inside and out. She has long legs, perfect for running and a graceful stride that makes her seem like she's flying.
My history, don't go poking around!
Mapleleaf is daughter of Birdsong, father unknown. She had grown up a popular apprentice and warrior, and many toms have tried to win her. She however, doesn't enjoy those kinds of toms. She likes the quiet, shy ones, who usually wouldn't do much about thier romantic life. Mapleaf secretly liked Embergaze since he was a kit, and they were the same age, only two days warrior ceremonies apart. Embergaze knows that she likes him, as many in the Clan. She prays to StarClan he chooses her as his mate, but only fate can decide that.
After many a battle with Larkwing for Embergaze's affections, Mapleleaf finally won him over. After a very awkward meeting, they both confessed and have lived happily ever since, and always have each other's backs. During the Gathering with the Star Slayers attack, Mapleleaf stood guard with her mate to alert the Clans if the Slayers were coming. Pnce they were, Mapleleaf helped get all kits and elders across the tree bridge, before Ravage destroyed it. After a bloody battle with the Slayers, the Clans emerged victorious. The had united and fought, and ultamitely fought the paws of the ancestors.
Nine moons later, Mapleleaf has kitted. She gave birth to two beautiful kits; one large built calico tom with amber eyes, and another silvery white she-cat with her mother's emerald eyes, Poisekit. Mapleleaf is the proud mother of two, and she noticed that is Embergaze was any prouder, he would burst.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:45 pm
Owner: ll oceanic_shimmer ll  . : About Me : . My name is Firekit>Firepaw>Firerain.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 9 moons (18 after skip.).
I'm a kit.
My kin include Snowcherry(mother) Shadow(father) Sandpaw(sister) Trappaw and Rockpaw(brothers) Pebbleheart(aunt) Hauntednight(uncle) Shadekit, Siegekit, Swallowkit(cousins). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> Rain
> My mommy and daddy!
> My family
> My siblings(Sometimes..)
> Warmth
> Greenleaf
> Being alone (Somethimes)
My least favorite things...
< Snow
< Annoying cats that annoy me
< Seaclan scent (Ewwwww!)
< My siblings (Sometimes)
< Other kits that steal my siblings and play with them instead of me
< Cats ignoring me
< Ignorant cats
And, my fears.
^ Failure . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hi, I'm Firekit. I am fairly nice, but I could be a grouch sometimes. I enjoy chasing after rabbits, which seems to anger my clan. I can get very hyper at times too. It happens every now and then. I get very grouchy when I don't eat too. I am what kits like to call 'the loner of the clan'. Personally, I have no friends and I hate sometimes hate my siblings.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a dark calico tom. I have deep amberish yellow eyes that sometimes glow in the moonlight. It's really pretty if you ever see it. My chest, paws, and muzzle are white. I look sort of like my momma.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Snowcherry and Shadow of Breezeclan. Along with my three other siblings. Ever since birth I had been a daddy's boy. I really don't know if he likes me or not though. I attempted to attack another kit by flying, but ended up crashing into walls. When I opened my eyes, I realized the thing I was bumping into was the nursery wall. I swore I would never do that again and padded out of the nursery to find my siblings playing with kits that weren't me, which got me angry. I threatened to run away but stupid Trapkit stopped me from doing so. So he attacked me because I threatened to tell father that he wasn't playing with me. Father came and asked what was going on, but Tarpkit ran off to play with his followers. I was angry because they never played with me, so I decided to prove to them I was better and stronger, by taking on the eagles. I asked Galestar for permission to leave camp, but he didn't reply in time so I left him. On the way to the nursery, I was attacked by an eagle called Hook. We battled and he was surprised of my courage and bravery and harsh words! I felt so proud of myself. But I lost the fight when he threw me down to the ground and choked me. My mother saved me from it's grasp, but I was pretty much injured. My body all sore and beaten up, and my chest hurt horribly! I felt like a failure, because I was suppose to kill Hook, but my father told me I wasn't. And weird how when I was injured, the other kits cared. It made me feel special though. I felt wanted and loved. Then, a heartbeat later, nobody cared for me except good ol' father. Him and I play fought, and then I met a pretty she-kit named Valorkit. We started to talk, and found out we had a lot in common, and became close friends. Her and I play fought a bit, and then I met another pretty she-cat named Joypaw. We all formed a group called the awesomeness group, and gave ourselves our own group names. I then fought with Trapkit, and in the end, I told him and Sandkit that I was their brother, but their worst nightmare. Then my brother stalked me and we got into a huge fight. Then I pushed him and ran into my sister, Sandkit. Who I never talked to before. After a short while I ran into Trapkit again so we fought so I ran out of the nursery and buried myself underground. I was enjoying my time down there until the ground almost caved in on me. Trapkit and some others had to help me get out. Then my mother scolded me. So now I believe what Trapkit had told me. That mother hated me. I was pretty upset so I ran behind the nursery, and created an imaginary friend name Frost. We decided to show off in front of the others, who became worried over me. I ended up making a deal with Frost and played with my family, who eventually ditched me for the dead body of Lostkit. Angry, I recreated Frost, and we played some more.
Later on, during the gathering, my camp was attacked by the blasted eagles. I wanted to kill one, this time. Sandpaw and I were attacked by a bird, but Pebbleheart came to the rescue. I was brutally injured, barely being able to breathe. Later on, Pebbleheart left us, leaving us in the hands of the bird. It was about to kill my sister when I talked her out of it. The eagle risked her life to save my sister, and almost died. I thanked her.
Later on, I was apprenticed. Now I am known as Firerain.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 12:59 pm
Owner: || ocean_shimmer ||  . : About Me : . My name is Bearkit->Bearpaw->Bearstorm/Slash(Still debating.).
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm New born after the time skip.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Embergaze(Daddy 8D) Mapleleaf(Mommy 8DD) Brightkit(Sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
>Aminals(Animals, he can't pronounce it right.)
>Mummy and daddy <33
>Protecting my sissy(Sister) from other tom kits and danger
>Play fighting
>Battling things
>Fighting my shadow 8DD
>Playing
>Clawing at things
>Eating
My least favorite things...
And, my fears.
^My pelt catching on fire cause it's so thick D8
^Real live bears. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I was named Bearkit for two reasons. One, my pelt is extremely thick like, making it similar to a bears. Second, I have the heart of a bear. I'm kind, protective, motherly like(Well, fatherly like in this case..) and very very playful. I like running and stuff, cause it's fun. I also enjoy play-fighting, like a bear 8D
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a grayish-black tom-cat. My pelt is very thick compared to most cats in my clan. I look similar to my daddy, actually. I have inherited his strong build. Along with his brilliant golden eyes. Wait so, if a lot of she-cat's say that my daddy's handsome... Does that mean I'm handsome too?! 8D Oh yeah, forgot to mention. There's a few patches of light orange scattered along my pelt. It contrasts with the grayish-black color of my pelt.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Embergaze and Mapleleaf of Breezeclan, along with my sister Poisekit. I think my family and clan are awesome, I'm proud to be a Breezeclan kit, and one day, I plan to become the bestest warrior everr. 8D Just watch me, peeps.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:01 pm
Owner: Rykushiba  . : About Me : . My name is Hauntednight.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 25 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Snowcherry(Sister), Siegefury(Son), Shadestripe(Deceased Son), Swallowflight(Daughter), Trapflight(Deceased Nephew), Sandpaw(Niece), Firerain(Nephew), Shadow(Deceased Brother-in-law), Blossomkit(Deceased Sister-in-law). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My Family
- Warm Nights
- Puddles
- Being Helpful
- Being Alone (sometimes)
- Good memories
- Peace
- Clanmates
My least favorite things...
- Family getting hurt in any way
- Problems with the Clan
- Too much attention
- Loud noises
- Large crowds
- Remembering bad experiences
- Dogs
- Rogues
And, my fears.
- Feeling inferior
- Traitors
- Dying
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hauntednight is the more stand-offish and quiet tom of the family who usually keeps to himself. Especially about his own problems. He will not ask for help and try to do things on his own, as to not worry others of his petty matters. He isn't as open to others like his sister, and isn't the type of cat who just wants to 'have fun.' His somber and stern demeanor leaves him oblivious to cats who are just joking with him. To him, everything holds a meaning, and therefore must be taken seriously in order to better understand any situation.
But he does have his loyal side when it comes to protecting his clan and loved ones. It isn't in him to give up so easily, and he'll do what he can to be of service to any cat in need. You can say he is like a shadow who quietly watches over the clan, alert for any signs of danger. He can never forget past experiences, seeing it as something that forever 'haunts' you rather than something you learn from and move on. Especially bad occurrences...when you cause so many mistakes that you just want to go back and fix. Hauntednight wishes for the best of his sister, seeing her as his guiding light in the past, (even though he is the older one) and sometimes grows jealous of her because she can open her heart so easily...when he himself always keeps his so very close and locked inside.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A muscular and mottled tom with sleek ash-gray fur streaked with dark brown stripes. His eyes are dark amber irises, almost red depending on the lighting. His build is bigger than his sister's, but tall and slim in size. Hauntednight has a black nose and curved claws, the pads are a lighter shade of pink. The tom's features are narrow yet handsome. However, he doesn't believe looks win a battle.
My history, don't go poking around!
Unlike Snowcherry, Hauntednight remembers the faces of their mother and father. Whenever on the subject of parents, Hauntednight tries to make it clear for his sister what they were like. What parents are supposed to be like. It sounds like he only tells her what she wants to hear, and what he wants to believe. He is also a cat who has been raised in Breezeclan his whole life with her. In his apprenticeship, he never really communed with the other apprentices and stuck strictly to the warrior code. Without it...he wouldn't know what to look up to. He'd always be around the warriors (especially the senior warriors) because they fascinated him and he vowed he would one day be the same. A young promise that he still clings to. Even now.
He soon fell in love with a she-cat named Pebbleheart. She was just like him, but more open and loving. Hauntednight soon found the courage to love back and even learn to come out of the shadows. They soon had three kits of their own, now warriors, named Siegefury, Shadestripe, and Swallowflight. Hauntednight cares for them dearly, and loves them too. He tries to be the father he never quite knew, while Pebbleheart became the mother he himself looks for guidance from time to time.
But these loving ties didn't last long, and the two soon broke up after...complicated matters. Hauntednight blames himself for these actions, for not supporting her as he should. His own worries and the clan matters getting in the way of their relationship. Hauntednight isn't looking for a relationship with Pebbleheart again, and only wants her forgiveness.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 1:06 pm
Owner: KittySongLUVsJONASBoys  . : About Me : . My name is Ravenwind.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Seventeen moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include "Serpentfang" [mother figure]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
Wind
Stars
Rabbits
Gatherings
Serpentfang, she's like a mother to me
My least favorite things...
Jerks
Twolegs
Dogs
Eagles
And, my fears.
Twolegs
Adders
Eagles
Losing Serpentfang . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Take a very sweet and kind she-warrior, mix that with a brave heart; and you have Ravenwind. This beautiful black warrior has a seriously soft spot for kits and is a loyal Breezeclan cat to no ends. Ravenwind absolutely loves to hunt and, according to her old mentor, she is a natural at it. She doesn't enjoy fighting as much, but she will if her clan is threatened. In fact, Serpentfang taught her how to use the shadows and her black pelt to her advantage, which she uses whenever she can, should she stumble into a fight.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Ravenwind is a slender coal black she-cat with forest green eyes. Nothing spectacular, but she is who she is. Her dark colored pelt comes in handy a lot, during hunting as well as in battle. This young warrior has a long tail to go with her slender body and, although she may not look like much; she does have strong muscles underneath her coat.
My history, don't go poking around!
When this young she-cat was just a little kit, she was found by Galestar. This little black bundle of fur was brought into the clan as she began her new life. When she reached the ripe age of six moons, she was fully brought into the clan life as an apprentice. Cats started to accept her more, it was great. She finally felt like she belonged. Ravenwind had the intense pleasure of getting Serpentfang as a mentor and worked really hard to please her. Throughout her apprenticeship, Ravenwind grew close with her mentor and now views Serpentfang as her mother figure. When the eagles threatened Breezeclan for one of the kits, this young black she-cat offered herself in the place of the kit. Willing to do anything for her clan. Ravenwind was made a warrior a few moons ago and will continue to defend her clan to the best of her ability.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:09 pm
Owner: Rykushiba  . : About Me : . My name is Siegefury.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Hauntednight(Father), Pebbleheart(Mother), Shadestripe(Brother), Swallowflight(Sister), Trapflight(Nephew), Sandpaw(Niece), Firerain(Nephew), Shadow(Deceased Uncle), Snowcherry(Aunt), Blossomkit(Deceased Niece). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- BreezeClan and everyone in it
- Fighting
- High places
- Elder's stories
- Thunder and Lightning
- Hunting
- Having fun
My least favorite things...
- Scared, Serious, or Shy personalities.
- Cats who think they know everything
- Being Scolded
- Being Groomed
- Being bored
- Lazy Days
And, my fears.
- Feeling trapped and helpless
- Being looked down on
- Showing fear
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
His name definitely fits his mood. Siegefury is carefree and reckless in nature, usually making him oblivious to understanding and getting him in trouble a lot. Even as a kit he was known as a 'trouble-maker', and he'd either be at Pebbleheart or Galestar's paws. He likes to pick fights with others and carries a prideful air about him. Especially when it comes to battles. When facing an enemy he always speaks his name and where he comes from aloud, even when engaged in play-fights with a competitive hard-head. He hardly ever admits defeat. Despite this, he is a fiercely loyal and protective brother and friend.
Siegefury thinks things through in a rather straightforward matter that usually involves taking things 'head on'. Even when faced with obvious hostility, he rarely holds a grudge or negative feelings towards an enemy. He continually tries to prove his strength to others by fighting or enduring any kind of challenge. Siegefury takes his father's courage to a level of fortitude, where he sees things through to the end...even if the odds may be against him. He can be perceptive at times when it comes to his friends and family and their feelings...despite being completely dense most of the time.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Siegefury has his father's amber eyes, but are an incredibly bright hue like the sun. H4 has semi-long beige ginger tabby fur with only a little tuft of white on the chest. His appearance comes half from Pebbleheart while the other half came from Blossomkit, who he never knew about. If anything, he looks like a mature male version of the late she-kit. He also has his father's muscular build, but wants to grow bigger like Embergaze. Siegefury has a distinct pink nose and pink pads underneath his fiery features.
My history, don't go poking around!
Once the young kit was born, all sorts of trouble broke loose in Breezeclan. Mostly getting in fights with his brother, which ended up having to be tied to him for the whole day. It only came off when he was trying to run to Birdkit and he choked under the pressure. There wouldn't be one day free without the fiery kit picking fights with others. Even other kits like Moonkit and Rock-kit. In his kit-hood, he discovered the thrill ride of his life when he was picked up by an eagle and threatened to be taken away when trying to protect his mother. It was only thanks to her he didn't fall and crack his skull open. But the kit only felt fearful and excited for being up so high. Somehow, he felt powerful from where he stood, despite his size.
Apprenticeship was just a replay of before, where he'd get in brawls with the apprentices instead when his mentor Bluemoon wasn't looking. The only difference was he suffered greater injuries and would end up in the medicine cat's den because of that and be sent on apprentice chores. At least he'd get to listen to the elder's stories. His favorite of all being the one of the ancient clans. LionClan being his all time 'want to be'. But he would always look forward to battle-training and patrols, and even put up with apprentice chores just to be praised. Friends only came as fellow competition to him.
Becoming a warrior might have given Siegefury higher status...but he still acts as immature and feisty as ever. He has yet to understand the warrior's full duty to the clan. For now he tries to pass on all he knows to his apprentice Bearpaw, feeling prideful in the fact the kit is bigger than the other apprentices and therefore stronger!
((Also another new and improved profile I didn't do))
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 2:36 pm
Owner: ll oceanic_shimmer ll . : About Me : . My name is Stripewhisker.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons old.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Non. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
>Joyfeather, my friend
>The night sky
>Stars
>Being myself, and no other
>Keeping chill
>My coolness
My least favorite things...
>Pepperpelt
>Spadestripe
>Losers
>Uncool cats
>Cats who act like someone they aren't
And, my fears.
>Falling in love with the wrong cat
>Living a lie . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Dude, I'm a pretty chill guy. I really have nothing to complain about. I'm a pretty easygoing cat but certain cats just set me off. I do not mourn over death. I like to live life to the fullest, and never look into the past, just keep moving into the present.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a silver begal tom. I can easily be mistaken for a slight grayish pelt color. My eyes are a dull silver. I have very long legs and long claws, also. Lastly, I am very slim.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born in Breezeclan, to my parents, who died shortly after. I was cared for by the most easy going queen, who told me to live life to the fullest. Never look back and keep moving on. I was the most liked kit in my time, kits found me inspirational and always made me leader when we played games. During my apprenticehood, my mentor told me that cats didn't get by in life with a personality like mine. I still did not give up on my "spread peace through the world" attitude. And once a warrior, I stayed quiet most of the time, only talking to those who I favored.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 8:34 am
Owner: Miss-Tenebrae  . : About Me : . My name is Brindlestep.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Twenty moons.
I'm an Warrior.
My kin include Specklethorn. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Play
~Training
~Practicing her skills
~Causing mischief
~Sleep
~Ceremonies/Gatherings
~Specklethorn
My least favorite things...
~Being bossed around
~Being bested
~Wet feet
~Too much physical contact
And, my fears.
~Water
~Death
~Closed off spaces . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
A sweet she-cat, loves to chat and socialise. She can be deadly quiet though, and gets jealous quite easily. If this happens, she can get a little snarky, but she isn't so rebellious that she would refuse a direct order. However, she is still a kit at heart, and enjoys messing around and sometimes causing trouble. She also has a slight dislike of kits, and wouldn't dream of having her own until she is ready to retire from being a warrior.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Brown-green eyes, a sandy coloured pelt with darker spotted markings, excellent for camouflage. A lithe she-cat, light on her feet, very fast and able to jump very well. She is an excellent hunter, however she is more adept at hunting than she is at fighting. She has a little nick in her left ear from playing as a kit. Nothing serious, in fact most don't even notice it.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born into the clan, the most adventurous of her litter, and one of two to survive a serious case of whitecough. Her brother, Specklethorn, is a lot quieter, but also a much better fighter. They are very close, and Brindlestep would hate to see something happen to him. In turn, he worries about her constantly. Brindlestep isn't overly fond of a lot of contact, probably from being close to such sick kits earlier in her life. She sleeps right next to Specklethorn, but shuffles away from him in her sleep. She dreams of being leader one day, but would be happy enough to have her own mentor.
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Posted: Sat Jun 16, 2012 8:35 am
Owner: Miss-Tenebrae . : About Me : . My name is Specklethorn.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Twenty moons.
I'm an Warrior.
My kin include Brindlestep. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Training
~Patrols
~Kits
~Ceremonies/Gatherings
~Brindlestep
~Medicine Cats
My least favorite things...
~The cold
~Getting his sister out of trouble
~Wet feet
~Loud cats
~Boastful cats
And, my fears.
~Water
~Death
~The Death of a Loved One . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Despite his tough outward appearance, Specklethorn is quite the lovely tom. He is polite, and pleasant, and shows genuine interest in the rest of his clans wellbeing. He will often say good morning, or good evening, and treats the others as equals. He doesn't like to fight, nevermind that he is excellent at it. He would gladly give his life for his clan. Fiercely protective. Loves kits.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A burly tom, with a thick set body. Better at fighting than hunting, his pelt is darker than his sisters, and his spots are much darker. Eyes are a light brown, and his whiskers are quite long in comparison to Brindlestep. He isn't as fast as most of the cats of his clan, but he is one of the better fighters, due to his thicker frame.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born into the clan, and one of two of his litter to survive a serious case of whitecough. His sister is Brindlestep. They are very close, and he worries about her constantly. He is fond of kits, despite being close to sick kits earlier in his life. He has no aspirations to lead the clan, only to help train some of the best warriors.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 8:44 am
Owner: skyblue2014  . : About Me : . My name is Sunleaf.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons.
I'm a Queen.
My kin include Blazefoot(deceased mother), Forestclaw(deceased father), Blazepaw(deceased sister), Brackenfoot(deceased sister), Snowkit(deceased daughter), Cloverkit(deceased daughter), and Blazekit(deceased son). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Finches
- Kits
- Hunting
- Taking care of kits
My least favorite things...
- Floods
- Fire
- Rude Tom-cats
- Two-legs(killed her kits by running them over(Unkown how they found the two-legged area))
And, my fears.
- Sickness(killed her mother)
- Two-legs
- Floods(killed father and sisters) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Sunleaf is a very happy she-cat and never really hates life. This cat isn't just a golden looking cat she has a golden personality when around others. Some of the other queens have told her that when they around her they just feel warmer. She is a very sweet female and would never hurt a fly unless it meant keeping another clan member safe. Sunleaf is a very protective cat and will never leave a kit alone ever. She will never want what happened to her kits to happen to another queens kits. She is always ready to help another clan member with anything.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Sunleaf has a very golden tan fur pelt that has dark red tints in it. Her tail looks like a foxes tail with dark red-brown at the end of the tip of the tail. Her eyes are a deep bright blue color. She has dark brown-red marking ps on her forehead and inner ears. Her pelt looks like it is just radiating the sun's warm color.
My history, don't go poking around!
Sunleaf was born on the night of a great flood that killed many of Breezeclan's warriors including her own father. That same night her two older sisters died in the flood. One was a warrior and the other was an apprentice which was two young of an age to die. Sunleaf's mother was already weak from giving birth to Sunleaf, her only kit born that night, and was too weak to get to high ground. She stayed in the cold water all night with Sunleaf on her back to stay dry. Her mother became gravelly ill that night though and died two nights later.
Sunleaf was left with Blazefoot's, her mother, best friend to be taken care of. Sunleaf dedicated all her time to training to become a warrior like her father, but when she became pregnant with a rouge's kits she had to give up the dream. The clan was surprised that she fell in love with a rouge and mated with him. The rouge did not stay though after he found out the clan wold not accept him being the father. Sunleaf wasn't too happy about this but she understood the clan's feeling about this.
Moons after Sunleaf had the kits she went out to get some air and visit with old friends. While she was sharing tongues with some of her friends the kits were wrestling around the entrance of the camp. Blazekit decided to walk out of the camp and his sisters followed him. Surprisingly no one noticed them until later when Sunleaf looked to see if the kits were still having fun. When Sunleaf went looking for them she watched a monster pull away from a two-leg's house and saw her kits' limp bodies being crushed under the wheels. She was depressed for many moons after this, but evenutally became a happier female again. Now she is looking for a mate to make her forget about her horrible life.
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Posted: Tue Jun 26, 2012 8:44 am
Owner: hundredpercentasian  . : About Me : . My name is Passionflood.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 22 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Braveblood (Father, deceased), Gracepelt (Mother, deceased. Looks just like Passionflood but with a tinted orange fur), Loyalsteps (Brother, missing). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Teasing
- Manipulating the minds of her enemy, whether they carry the same scent or not
- Maturity but not too much of it
- The truth
- Kind and respectful cats
- Socially interacting with others
- Hunting
- Her home, BreezeClan
- Kits
- Caring for queens, elders, and her clan
- New Leaf
- Strong independence and will-power
My least favorite things...
- Lies
- Petty and common romance
- Showing too much emotions
- Nosy and obnoxious toms/she-cats
- Gossip
- The cold or strong winds
- Her weak appetite
And, my fears.
- Finding herself hopelessly falling in love . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Just like many individuals in her clan, Passionflood is kind-hearted and caring to those she admires. Every morning, she will visit the elders to aid their needs and listen to their wild stories. Some queens, in desperate times, will ask her to watch over the kits while they are absent. Without hesitation, she happily does so. And with her pure instincts, she always listens to her leader without any judgement.
Although she seems like the care-giving she-cat, Passionflood has her dark side. The stinging moments of her past incidents has caused her to occasionally stay distant from the toms with distasteful yet boring personalities. Even seeing the typical mates sharing those tender moments sickens the she-cat. However torwards the admirable toms, it'll take the she-cat some time before bonding with them. Romance is isolated in the back of her mind.
Passionflood, however, is very skillful at hiding her emotions. She will even respond sweetly to those she absolutely hates. It's hard for her to handle such a skill, but she bottles all her stress and despair inside of her mind, not telling a single emotional outbreak to any of her clan mates. When it comes to the toms that betrayed or simply offended her, she will take matters to her own paws and manipulate them with her sly intelligence and looks. The payback can be simple or cunning, it's all up to her.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Passionflood is a marbled, tabby she-cat. Her fur contains that glistening silver shade and has a smooth texture, from her regular morning grooms. However unlike most tabbies, her black markings are formed into unique shapes rather than sharp stripes. Due to her weak appetite, Passionflood's body is slender enough to swerve through most complicating obstacles. Her large gaze holds a vibrant shade of dull green, but slightly tinted with brown. She is known to carry her mother's pure and enchanting beauty, but she takes advantage of that.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born and raised in BreezeClan. However unlike most kits following their parent's pawsteps, Passionkit was forced to render her own dreams and follow strict expectations. Never was there a day when her mother would constantly correct her posture. It was hard to satisfy that she-cat.
"You want to play moss-ball with your little friends over there?" Gracepelt would retort in her elegant yet judging tone, quickly glancing at the bundle of kits awaiting for their companion. "I swear Passionkit, where is your sense of manners and respect? How disgusting."
The small kit erased the glowing smile from her face and flattened her ears. She turned around to give her friends a pained gaze, but they were gone. They probably predicted the answers...and they were correct.
Many queens tried to reason with Gracepelt and attempted to get Passionkit to act her natural age. However the stubborn queen denied their offer, insulting their kit's informal acts and showed off Passionkit's impressive manners. In the end, they gave up and stormed off with anger.
Passionflood was taught to act like her mother, and was shunned from most cats as they did with Gracepelt. It made her question her mother's method of raising an offspring. Even her warrior's ceremony was a disappointment to her only guardian. With fluttering and proud feelings, she descended from the high rock and approached her mother, hoping she would feel the same. But instead, she sneered down at her daughter with a disappointed gaze.
"Your new name is Passionflood? Do they have any appetizing taste in names?!" she would complain.
One day, Passionflood and Gracepelt were sitting near the camp clearing. She always thought about her father and why he was deceased.
"Mother, how was--"
"Mother? How do you address me young she-cat?" she snapped.
"Gracepelt, what was..er..Braveblood like?" she corrected, still finding it strange by calling her guardians by their full names.
"Ah, your father. Always trying to impress me with his petty jokes and immature behaviour. I don't know why others thought he was a good tom, his laugh was too hardy and his fur was always matted from battle. He was a disappointment, but when I found out I was having you, then I had no choice but to take care of you, now didn't I?" Gracepelt explained with a slight obnoxious tone, offending her daughter deeply.
The following day, Passionflood was told to meet a new tom. Her mother introduced her to a muscular, black warrior named Shadowfur. The tom was attracted to her natural looks, just like Gracepelt wanted. Although he was the tom most she-cats would try to aim for, he wasn't something Passionflood expected to gain as a future and everlasting mate. Even when she was forced to pair with him, in order to please her mother, he would constantly pick at little kits, show off his strength and obnoxiously rant about the kindest cats. Passionflood was disgusted to be by his side and wished her father would still be alive to support her debate.
One day, her leader gathered a group of cats for a hunting patrol. Passionflood, along with Shadowfur, were called to take part of this small trip. All cats gathered and awaited for Shadowfur to join them. But, he was no where to be seen. Passionflood tried to speed things up and searched for her mate before the others grew impatient. She checked around the dens but still with no luck. Without wasting another minute, they left for their hunt.
Passionflood eventually departed from the group to hunt on her own. It was easier to catch a mouse independently. She picked up a scent up far, but it wasn't a mouse nor a bird. What was it? Following the scent, she heard some rustles near a bush. Passionflood crept closer to the small wall of plant and to her surprise, saw Shadowfur...with another she-cat.
"I love you," he said.
"As do I,"
Indeed, what a disgusting surprise. But unlike most she-cats, Passionflood didn't take this as a disastrous turn of events. Instead, she saw it as an opportunity to break the hearts of two cats who aren't meant to find true love. The corruption of a pointless and meaningless relationship. She knew her mother would disapprove of her behaviour, but she had enough of everything. No more following orders, she needs to satisfy her angered craving.
The following morning was a noisy one indeed. Many watched intently as the scene went on and on. Shadowfur, with a frantic look, rushed out of the warriors den followed by a mob of angry she-cats.
"How could you?!"
"You disgusting foxdung!"
"Live with the snakes!"
He tried to explain hopelessly but had no luck. His eyes then drew up to a she-cat watching from a distance. Passionflood locked her menacing gaze with his, purposely showing off her cunning grin and watching with amusement. The tom looked angered and bewildered, but watched as she left to finish her usual deeds.
Passionflood, after that day, dealt with everything in her own manner. Her mother died of white cough but didn't have many guests at her burial. Of course the she-cat felt pang torwards her mother's death; but finally she was granted with freedom from the great StarClan itself.
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