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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:25 am
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), Lightningkit, 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: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:29 am
Owner: XxPreussischePrinzessinxX  . : 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: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:09 am
Owner: ll oceanic_shimmer ll  . : About Me : . My name is Brisk-kit>Briskpaw>Briskeyes.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm New born.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Burrpelt(Father) Skywisker(Mother) Squirrelkit+Glimmerkit(Sisters) Moonblaze(Great-Aunt) Dawnsky(Aunt). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
>Being alone
>My parents(When they aren't angry at me..)
>My sisters(Sometimes)
>Pouting
>Eating
>Rain
>Thunderstorms
>Water
>Trees
>Peace
>Dark
My least favorite things...
< Sisters(Sometimes. I have unconditioned love for them.)
< Crowds
< Snow
< She-kits
< Most cats
< Those who betray me
And, my fears.
^ Water . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I was named Briskkit for a reason, My cold personality. I am cold hearted, I don't like most cats. I rarely ever warm up to others. If I do, you must be a really close friend of mine. I like being alone, not with other kits. I love when it's quiet, love the cold. I was born this way... Deal with it.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I guess you can say I look like my father. I'm just a tad bit darker. I'm a fluffy brown tabby tom. My green eyes match my fathers, also. My chest, muzzle, and paws are purely white.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Skywisker and Burrpelt of Stormclan. That's it. I'll tell you more once something happens in my life.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:20 am
Owner: Thistleclaw  . : About Me : . My name is Whisperwind.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a She-Cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons (After timeskip).
I'm a Apprenitce (Warrior after timeskip).
My kin include I have none. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
•Nettleslash
•Brightspirit
•The moon
•Kits
My least favorite things...
~Ignorance
~Miraclesky
~Blackflame
~Violence
And, my fears.
~Fighting
~Blood
~Death
~Nettleslash's death. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Whisperwind is a beautiful she-cat. Strong, brave, quiet,shy, and loyal. She owuld never betray her clan. Whisperwind stays silent around most cats. Except her old Mentor, and Nettleslash. Overlooked most of the time, but brilliant and smart. She knows alot of things, and is always curious.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A light silver she-cat, with the most beautiful blue eye's. She has silver bands running along her underbelly. A striped tail. She has only one known scar, on her back, all the way down to her tail. Which is usually covered by fur. Her silver pelt glleaming in the sun makes her look angelic.
My history, don't go poking around!
Whisperpaw grew up simple and plain. She was quiet, shy, careful of what she did. Her mother died when she was born, her other siblings were already dead. The Queen who raised her was Flightnight. Flightnight died when she became an Apprentice. As an Apprentice, her Mentor died. And she was given Brightspirit as a Mentor. She was so happy then. And when she learned a dreadful secret about Nettleslash, she swore to keep it above all. Her curiousity gets the best of her osmetimes. Which is why she was almost killed by a firestick, duing what twolegs called 'Hunting Season'
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:20 am
Owner: ll oceanic_shimmer ll  . : About Me : . My name is Amberkit > Amber > Amberpaw > Amberfall.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Nine moons.
I'm a Apprentice 8D.
My kin include Peach/paw(Twin sister.) Hollybreeze(Mother.) Hawkstorm(Father;Deceased.). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
>Splashing in puddles
>Playing
>Other cats
>Peach/paw
>Briskkit <3333333
>Jumping on bouncy stuff
>Mommy c:
My least favorite things...
:
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And, my fears.
^Getting hurt D8
^Mah sister getting hurt D8 . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Amber/paw's personality is quite similar to her twin, Peach/paw. But they do have some differences. Amber/paw is a very bouncy kit, and has a whole lot of energy inside of her. Instead of lying around all day, like her mother, she decides to spend her day exploring and playing with her sister, and close friends. She tend to always be happy, no matter what others tell her. She doesn't let things like these bring her down.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Amber/paw, being a twin, looks exactly like her sister, Peach/paw. She is a chocolate brown she-cat, with tabby markings throughout her body. Some say she's a bengal cat, but she is indeed a tabby. Amber has bright amber eyes, while Peach/paw has hazel colored eyes. Her paws and muzzle are a bright colored white.
My history, don't go poking around!
Amber/paw was born into Stormclan to her parents Hollybreeze and Hawkstorm, with her twin sister Peach/paw. Even though they are loners now, they are still Stormclan cats at heart. At one moon old, Amber and Peach were cat napped by twolegs while out playing. Hawkstorm, their father, attempted to rescue them, but died while trying. Hollybreeze was devastated for moons, after losing her two kits AND mate. But really, Amber and Peach were still alive and well. Their kidnappers took them throughout Europe, and planed to keep them. But when returning to America, Amber and Peach escaped and noticed they were near the clans. Being able to find their way back to Stormclan with their instincts, they were quickly found by Hollybreeze, who was overjoyed to see them alive.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:23 am
Owner: i_RuLe_CuPcAkEs  . : About Me : . My name is Peachkit>Peach>PeachpawPeachburst.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 9 moons.
I'm an Apprentice.
My kin include Amber/paw (Sister) , Hollybreeze (Mother) , Hawkstorm (Father; Deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> Momma
> Amber/paw
> Water
> Getting wet
> Thunderstorms
> Daddy
> Friends
> Fish
> Stormclan
> Rain
My least favorite things...
< Dry stuff
< Rude cats
< Meanies
< Any illness
< Thinking about my father
< Catnappers
And, my fears.
^ Dying, of course
^ The Dark Forest
^ Being alone . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Even though Amber/paw is my twin and we look alike, we act differently. I'm a bit more calm and collected, unlike Amber/paw. She's the bouncy kit, with a bunch of energy inside of her. Not me, well, at times I can be like her. I'm a bit different in liking to, I'm in love with water, rain, thunderstorms, and fish. I know it might seem like I'm a Seaclan cat, but I'm not. Anyway, I like going out on adventures, but I learned my lesson about too much of them.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I look exactly like my sister, Amber/paw. I am a chocolate brown she-cat with tabby markings going around my slender body. I have the build of my father, quite large actually. My eyes are hazel, though they might not look like it. They are hazel, I got them from my father. My paws and muzzle are white like my mother. I am blind in my left eye from the twolegs.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born into Stormclan to two proud warriors, Hollybreeze and Hawkstorm along with my twin sister Amber/paw. At about one moon old, I convinced Amber/paw to play outside of camp. Before we knew it, twolegs had captured them. Before they put us inside of the monster, I saw my daddy fighting to safe us. He died, though. I was always closer to my father than my mother, we had a strong connection. Anyway, the twolegs took us away and far. We were thrown onto a big, flying monster that took us to a place with this big, pointy thingy (Eiffel Tower). We didn't stay for long though, the twolegs took us to many different places in the foreign place. The twolegs made a bad mistake of taking us close to our home. We tried to escape, but the twolegs caught us. I fought to protect my sister and got a nasty wound. One of the cat nappers jabbed her eye with a stick and she was blind in her left eye forever. I fought bravely though and the twolegs let us go. My sister and I found our way back to Stormclan by instinct. Our mother spotted us returning home and welcomed us right away.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:32 am
Owner: Luni Lulu . : About Me : .My name is Wilypaw.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 9 moons.
I'm an apprentice.
My kin include nobody important enough to be mentioned!.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
* Torture of the most evil and diabolical kind!
* Sneakiness!
* Successful raids!
* Tricks of the trickiest kind!
* Pranks of the prankiest kind!
* Grossing out those around me (I will not hold back gas, my friends! SBD!)
* Getting someone who fights back!
* Being dirty!
* Being annoying!
My least favorite things...
- Cleanliness!
- Being forced to do things I do not want to do!
- Cowards!
- Being forced to do tasks do to my tricks (even though it's usually worth it)!
- Butterflies and cute... cuddly things! Blech!
And, my fears.
- Death! Why would I want to end my wonderfully blessed life too soon?
- Causing a death! I may be a prankster, but I am not one to kill!
- Someone rivaling my badness!
- Someone finding out my nursery past and using it against me! . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Who are you lookin' at badgerface? Think you're up to training me, the leader of the pranksters? Think again! I'm am notoriously known for most devious tricks and wrong doings, that range from letting a big one in the apprentices den, to pouring sap over a fellow apprentices nest. When that poor soul wakes up, she's going to be walking around like a living bush! Those are the things that keep me constantly entertained Don't worry if you think that's the worst I can do. I got a whole giant pile of pranks stuffed in my head.
I'm not afraid to voice my opinions about you, whether I honestly think that or not. I'm also a bit of a loud-mouth and braggart. I love a healthy challenge, and anyone who tries to contradict me means war and will personally wake up with worms in their bedding!
The only cats that have any possible control over my behavior is the leader, the medicine cat, and a few of the senior warriors. Any one else... Lookout!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm admit, I used to be a rather cute and soft fluffy thing in my kit years, but that time of darkness is over! The short, silky, white and gray coat of mine has been replaced with a mask of spiky dirt, grime, and who knows what else! If I ever took the time to clean my pelt (WHICH WILL NEVER EVER EVER HAPPEN), you might be able to distinguish the light gray marks that are on my nose, ears and tail. But now you can't really tell what's a marking and what's just a splat of unknown substances. My eyes are baby, light blue, though baby is a strong word. I'd say more like fierce lion blue fits the colour a lot better.
My build a light and lithe, and you can barely hear the sound of my cushioned paw steps as I sabotage your nest.
My history, don't go poking around!
So, ugly, you truly wanna know my past? Lemme warn you, it isn't pretty.
I was born to a litter of a lot of kittens. And I mean a lot. I don't know exactly how many I had (I had other genius plots to concoct) but it was a lot. So I was always competing for milk, attention, anything. Embarrassingly enough, at first I tried being a momma's boy, obeying her every word, never leaving her side, and making sure that everything I did, momma approved of. But shh! This is a secret!
Time went on for a moon or so, and I was getting aggravated. My siblings would always run away from momma to play, not paying her any mind until they were hungry, and came running back for food. Everytime my momma would feed them and nuzzle them, welcoming and treating them the same way she did me, even though I was her most loyal son!
I soon came to resent this fact, as my siblings began to grow and taunt me. " Wuss! " "Beetle!" "Momma's worm!"
I would constantly tell my mother, asking her to get them to stop and she would just chuckle, not looking at me and purr, "Oh, Wilykit. It's all in good fun."
After the repeated results, I soon came to realize something. "It's all in good fun." An personality changing epiphany came over me, and a smirk--not a goofy smile-- touched my lips. My siblings were going to have the most fun in there lives!
I broke away from my mother (who seemed not to have minded, which just fueled my cause), and began plotting the demises of my siblings.
The stuff started out simple. I laid one in their group huddle nest. And as my oblivious siblings padded toward the booby trapped nest, and began getting comfy, something sort of broke in my and I swear my eyes turned ten times brighter that day. All of my kin started murmuring about something warm and an ominous stink rose in the air. Then they started screeching. A whoosh of pure exhilaration clouded and I broke down in laughter, my eyes continuing to light up like stars. Sure a punishment came, but it had been totally worth it.
And thus, the leader of pranks was born.
Hated by my siblings and ignored by my mother (and I think dad's in camp somewhere and he's too embarrassed to claim me), I led a life of a rebel.
I was apprenticed, and by my 3ird moon of training, my mentor had retired to the elders den for some unknown causes.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:54 am
Owner: XxC0RRUPTIONxX  . : About Me : . My name is Honeypaw.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 9 moons.
I'm a apprentice.
My kin include (anyone want to be her mother and father? ;D). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
☁ Running throughout the forest
☁ Hunting
☁ Playfighting with my friends
☁ Looking at the stars in Starpelt
☁ Playing with kits and helping the queens with them
☁ Pulling harmless pranks on other cats :3
☁ Thunder and lighting
My least favorite things...
✖ Anyone who is always being gloomy
✖ Being still for long periods of time
✖ People who challenge her
✖Not being able to do anything to help my clanmates
✖Foxes
And, my fears.
♠ Losing everyone i know
♠Stormclan being destroyed
♠Letting down my clan . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Honeypaw is an energetic little furball who is always doing something. Usually she is helping out all her clanmates, apprentice duties or training, helping the queens with the kits, or just having fun. She doesn't care if her fur is all puffed out and is covered in dirt, as long as she had fun with whatever little scheme she had planned.
Honeypaw is always getting into little pranks and always getting into trouble for it. They are always harmless and she always has backup for the sticky situations. But she is also very kind and when she is around kits she always makes sure that they don't get hurt and nothing hurts them.
Honeypaw is well known for her swiftness and agility. She has always been a fast cat and her parents had almost named her Joltkit instead because of her speed.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Honeypaw is a pretty light ginger she-cat with one green eye and one light blue eye. She is very fluffy and her fur is usually spiked up although it is sometimes sleeked down. Her fur has some stripes but not many. Her tail is long and as fluffy as her pelt with a few stripes running down it. She is a smaller she-cat and is very lean.
My history, don't go poking around!
Honeypaw has always been mischievious even as a kit. She was always sneaking out of the nursery and trying to explore outside the camp. When she was born she was the first to open her eyes and start to explore. As a kit she had been pretty popular, always playing pranks on people, playfighting, and just being a nice cat. Her mother always called her a social butterfly considering that Honeypaw always fluttered to and fro from one cat to another chatting about random things. Her parents always said she was a pawful but Honeypaw didn't mind, she just loved making friends. One day when the deputy was giving out the orders Honeypaw had seen him and watched in awe. She wanted to be in that position, helping and making sure everything was in order. Being leader seemed like a big job to her so she though " Well if i'm deputy for a while mabye i'll get use to thought of being leader." Ever since Honeypaw has dreamed of being deputy.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 11:55 am
Owner: Rykushiba  . : About Me : . My name is Blizzardkit.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm a Newborn.
I'm a Kit.
My kin include Whisperblade(father), Thunderflight(mother), Twisterkit(sister), Lightningkit(brother), and Tempestkit(sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
[ʢʡ] Observing
[ʢʡ] My Siblings and Parents, sspecially Whisperblade, I look up to him alot!
[ʢʡ] Puddles
[ʢʡ] Shadows
[ʢʡ] The smell of rain
[ʢʡ] Night-time
[ʢʡ] Nice cats
[ʢʡ] Comfort
My least favorite things...
[✂] Rude/Dead-Serious cats
[✂] Getting hurt
[✂] Jokes
[✂] Unfair judgement
[✂] Being clumsy
[✂] Loud noises
[✂] Getting into trouble
[✂] Panicking
And, my fears.
[☠] Thunder and Lightning
[☠] Being treated as and outcast
[☠] Being dislikes
[☠] Being useless
[☠] Animals bigger than me
[☠] EVERYTHING *lol jk*
[☠] Heights
[☠] Crowds
[☠] Dying
[☠] Family getting Hurt or Killed . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
He tends to be clumsy and easy to snow. Blizzardkit’s kind and innocent nature results in a downfall of jokes or being bullied. He cannot, for the life of him, stand up for himself and solely relies on his clanmates, especially his father Whisperblade, who he sees’ as an older image of himself. He looks up to him like a warrior to the leader. Blizzardkit is also timid and jumpy around others, easily put into fear. From a jumping shadow to a warrior’s intimidating stare. The only energy he has inside is when he’s running away with his stubby tail swishing behind him. Blizzardkit actually envies his littermates, who don’t show signs of being scared of the world, but rather, curious or distant. But he uses them as meat-shields when needs be. He’s also self-conscious about his stubby tail compared to everyone else, thus another reason he looks up to Whisperblade for also having a stubby tail. He has the habit to chew on stuff when afraid—including a cat's tail!
It's what I am, like it or not.
He has a jet-black, sleek pelt dotted with white spots along the left half of his face. He has wide, bright golden eyes filled to the brim with innocent curiosity..or fear. They darken slightly depending on the lighting. His white tipped paws can be contrasted to his father's, along with his stumpy tail. Blizzardkit also has white chest fur. He has a large build much like his mother's, possessing the thick and heavy coat that protects him from the cold play of leaf-fall or leaf-bare. His nose and pads are a soft deep pink.
My history, don't go poking around!
Being just born, he doesn't know much about the world but it looking forward to knowing with the first pawstep out of the nursery. With this given chance of ignorance, he believes in the concept that there will be something new everyday, whether simple or complex. This is just the world of this kit for now.*Edited by XNekoponX from Rykushiba's request*
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 5:28 pm
Owner: XxEchoingSilencexX  . : About Me : . My name is Ebonysun.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 28 moons (2 years 4 months).
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Ivorymoon (seemingly full-brother, in reality half-brother), Featherstep (mother, deceased), Blazeheart (father, deceased), Galestorm (illegitimate father, deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ Ivorymoon, my only kin and puppet
+ No-nonsense, down to business cats
+ Cats who are good at fighting
+ True justice, when deserved
+ The mighty Stormclan
+ Border patrols
My least favorite things...
- Nightclan, a clan full of sinners
- Lazy cats
- Playful, rambunctious cats
- Overly friendly cats
- Cats who have committed wrong and allowed to walk free
- Liars and traitors, they are sinners who deserve to be punished
- Half clan cats, they taint the clan’s pure blood
- Rogues
- Whisperblade, because he was not originally Stormclan and should not have been allowed to join
- Thunderflight, because she is mates with a non-Stormclan cat yet she is deputy
- Thunderflight and Whisperblade’s kits, because they are not pure Stormclan
And, my fears.
// Weakening
// Anything happening to Ivorymoon, who is the only kin I have . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Proud of Stormclan along with an ambitious streak, on the exterior Ebonysun is just like any other brave Stormclan warrior. He will gladly fight for his clan to the death, if his sacrifice was necessary to ensure Stormclan’s victory. On the inside, however, lies a tom who will murder without hesitation, if he deems it as the right thing to do. That, of course, is not to say that he is a senseless murderer, nor is he evil or a villain. Quite the opposite, he has a strong and unbreakable sense of justice. He firmly believes that anyone who has committed a crime should be punished properly. “No crime shall go unpunished” is what he tells himself. In other words, his sense of justice is possibly a bit twisted, as he will be driven to end a sinner’s life if he thinks that the punishment bestowed was not severe enough, or if no punishment was given to a crime he thinks is befitting of death.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Ebonysun is a short haired black tom with tinges of gray on his muzzle, head and chest. Large and muscular, coupled with broad and powerful shoulders, he is a warrior to be reckoned with in battle, willing to fight tooth and claw to protect the clan he loves. His most distinguishing feature is his blazing, almost sinister orange eyes. Some cats have commented that it seemed as if he was "gazing into someone's soul" when he looks at someone. His orange hues do not usually show much emotion apart from anger, and the only cat he "opens up" to is Ivorymoon. At night, when the moon's light hits his eyes at a particular angle, they gain a darker, almost reddish tint to them.
My history, don't go poking around!
Ebonykit and Ivorykit were born to Featherstep of Stormclan. Their father was Blazeheart, a strong and honourable warrior of the clan. Featherstep was a tortoiseshell, while Blazeheart was a black tom. Featherstep named the the black kit “Ebonykit” due to his black fur, and the other kit “Ivorykit” due to his silver-white fur.
As the kits grew up, Ebonykit, being the sharper of the two siblings, started to wonder why Ivorykit looked nothing like their parents. None of the clanmates found it strange, as it was highly possible that generations ago they had an relative with white fur. Still, Ebonykit wasn’t convinced. When the two kits reached six months old and were named Ebonypaw and Ivorypaw, he asked his mother for the first time why Ivorypaw looked nothing like their parents. His mother answered vaguely, ”You can’t predict how kits will turn out.” Unable to get a straight answer from his mother, Ebonypaw decided to stop questioning his mother and instead turned towards the elders and started asking about clan heritage and fur colours. He would sacrifice apprentice play times for these endless bombardments of questions, sometimes confusing the elders as to why this apprentice was so interested in fur colour heritability. There were times when he would stare at Ivorymoon intently almost as if he was a piece of prey, often scaring his white brother to no ends.
The brothers trained hard and were made warriors when they were 16 moons old, their names being Ebonysun and Ivorymoon. Around that time, Ebonysun started to notice an uncanny resemblance between Ivorymoon and another warrior of Stormclan, Galestorm. Long haired white cats were uncommon but two in the same clan were not unheard of, so no one suspected anything. Ebonysun, however, was not convinced and started digging. He questioned and pressed his mother, until she relented and admitted that she was having an affair with Galestorm before they were born, and had a one night stand with Galestorm right before Blazeheart. Since kittens in a litter can come from different fathers, it confirmed his beliefs that Ivorymoon was Galestorm’s son, in other words being his half brother instead of full brother. Ebonysun hurried to break the news to Ivorymoon, and the white tom was utterly shocked at the news. Ivorymoon went to confront Galestorm, and after much questioning Galestorm admitted to the secret affair. Devastated and lost, Ivorymoon started to wonder where he truly belongs, but Ebonysun, acting as the righteous big brother, assures him that he would never abandon Ivorymoon as they are brothers and are therefore inseparable. Since then, Ivorymoon has had absolute blind faith in Ebonysun.
A few days after the questioning of his mother, Featherstep was severely injured when fighting off a badger in the territory, and as a result died from her wounds. Ebonysun did not grieve for her. Rather, he took it as a sign from Starclan that whatever sins one has committed in the past, there would always be a punishment; justice is absolute and cannot be avoided. Their father Blazeheart, devastated at the loss of his mate, retired to the elder’s den where he shut himself away, refusing to eat until he wasted away and starved to death.
Ebonysun waited for many days, watching Galestorm for a chance to exact his justice. Finally, the window of opportunity opened when Galestorm went to make dirt at sun-down. Ebonysun and Ivorymoon secretly followed him, keeping downwind so that Galestorm would not find them. All of a sudden, a vile scent hit their noses, and before any of them could react, a wolverine (Havoc) had leapt out of the undergrowth, stalking towards Galestorm and snarling in anticipation at sinking its fangs into his flesh. The two brothers were hidden from view and were downwind, hence the wolverine was not aware of them. Seeing the hulking beast prepare to attack his father, Ivorymoon wanted to step in and fight it off, but Ebonysun stopped him as it might give him a chance of killing Galestorm without dirtying his paws. Galestorm was no match for the wolverine, and a minute later all that could be heard and smelled were yowls of pain and blood. The brothers were hidden safely in a hole beneath a tree and watched the events unfold from the gaps in the roots, so the wolverine did not notice them. Ivorymoon looked horrified at the pained screams, but Ebonysun's gaze did not falter as he watched in cold blood. As soon as the tortured yowls of Galestorm stopped, the wolverine grunted and trudged off. The brothers crept out of their hiding place, crinkling their noses at the heavy smell of blood in the air. Galestorm lay in a bloody heap, hardly recognisable as a cat, his body torn to shreds. Instead of looking horrified, Ebonysun's mind was whirling in excitement. It had to be a sign from Starclan...not only his mother, but this lying sinner as well, was put to death in front of him. It had to be justice being served.
The brothers dragged Galestorm's body back, claiming that they found his body like this and glimpsed the wolverine in the distance. No one knew that the brothers could have saved the warrior, but Ebonysun chose not to as he saw it as a befitting death. No one else knew about Galestorm being Ivorymoon’s illegitimate father, so there was no reason to suspect them. Seeing yet another sinner being put to a deserving death, Ebonysun’s dark belief in “true justice” strengthened even further, to the point where he would kill another cat in cold blood if he believes that they have committed wrong and death is befitting of them. This killing happened a year ago, and has long since been forgotten and buried. Yet, Ebonysun's beliefs have not wavered.OOC: Yes, Ebonysun is very complex, you can't sort him in the black and white "good or evil" groups, he's in the gray zone XD Yay for complicated characters~
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 5:29 pm
Owner: Rykushiba  . : About Me : . My name is Ivorymoon.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm a 28 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Featherstep (Deceased mother), Blazeheart (Retired and Deceased father), Galestorm (Illegitimate Deceased father), and Ebonyson (Half-brother). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
[ʢʡ] Ebonysun-my guiding light and only kin...
[ʢʡ] Peace and Tranquility
[ʢʡ] Cold Weather
[ʢʡ] Stormclan
[ʢʡ] Nighttime
[ʢʡ] Kits
[ʢʡ] Observing
[ʢʡ] Moonblaze-a truly unjust love...but...it is unrequited.
My least favorite things...
[✂] Ebonysun's stares
[✂] Unneeded bloodshed
[✂] Over-confident and Feisty personalities
[✂] Loud noises
[✂] Pain
[✂] Liars/Traitors
[✂] Unable to help if necessary
And, my fears.
[☠] Wolverines
[☠] Failure
[☠] Dying
[☠] The fall of my loved ones
[☠] Ebonysun finding out about my secret crush on Moonblaze . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Ivorymoon always seems serene and apathetic towards others, including his own brother. Even though he is deeply conflicted with himself. He is also known to be notably calm, even in battle to better grasp the exact purpose for the cause of bloodshed. Yet, he see's fighting as a way of provoking conflict rather than settling problems. This makes him generally indifferent, bordering on arrogance when facing an opponent who he rarely views worth fighting. As they say 'an eye for an eye makes the whole world go blind'. But he does get easily offended if his Clan is ever insulted.
Ivorymoon strongly believes in justice like his brother, but has a different view on the subject. To him, if one does not follow the warrior code as a good example, no one else will. Supporting this theory makes him a bit suspicious of the deputy Thunderflight, who chose a rogue as her mate, and Silverstar for allowing it. He also believes that justice is really the good of another, an advantage to the strong, thus the trust he holds in his brother Ebonysun who seems to hold so much of it and is always confident in his choices. Speaking of his brother...on the inside, Ivorymoon is a rather depressing and lost tom, only trying to see clarity. He is just an innocent victim of Ebonysun's twisted definition of justice. And though he does not agree with all of his decisions...they're the only options he can trust the most.
Ivorymoon also grows envious around kits and there mothers, who share a bond of innocent love. His envy slowly grows into feelings of longing, where he sometimes unconsciously follows a kit...just to feel like he can be apart of their life, in a way. To feel like he was still a kit with his own family...where any hidden darkness within a seeping love...could all be washed away with the gentle laps of a queen's tongue.
He also has an interest for medicine cats, fascinated by their chosen path and how their tranquil nature somehow entwines with the warrior code - despite the restrictions that come with it. However, he does not wish to become one himself. His interest slowly formed into a crush on Moonblaze for her pure, innocent appearance. Sometimes he see's her as his mother because of her white pelt and her rich blue eyes...and how she always tends to her clanmates in an almost motherly way, and not just because of her role.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Ivorymoon's silky and short silver-white tabby fur gave him his name of 'Ivory', which seems to shine in the moonlight. There are white markings along his face and back that seem to curve like crescent moons. White also streaks the bottom of his paws and the tip of his slender tail. His eyes are a very pale blue, almost to the point where he himself could be mistaken as blind at first glance. They seem to shine with a dull hopelessness that may quickly waver into an attentive, hollow stare. He shares his brother's brawny build, along with a mottled and tall physique. His nose and unnaturally long, curved claws are black. Ivorymoon hates his surprisingly good looks because it reminds him of a certain...other tom.
My history, don't go poking around!
Ivorykit was born along with his brother Ebonykit to a slender tortoiseshell named Featherstep in Stormclan. It was thought that their father was Blazeheart, a strong, broad-shouldered mackerel black tom. He was called 'Ivorykit' due to his unusual, silver-white fur. The two looked nothing like each other, as with their parents but no one really cared about fur color these days. And young Ivorykit was the same. As long as he had a 'full-fledged' family, he didn't much care for the simplicity of the color of ones fur. His life as a kit was a peaceful one, with no worries or suspicions...until six moons later when the two brothers became apprenticed.
During their apprenticeship, Ebonypaw would usually duck out on hunting or apprentice-play to ask the elders about clan heritage of fur color, which formed from the smallest curiosity of why he looked nothing like Ebonypaw or their parents. Sometimes his brother would even stare at him as if he were a piece of prey before going elsewhere. Ivorypaw only tried to ignore it, no matter how strange and suspicious it seemed. At the time, Ivorypaw thought his brother was going mad and grew to feel uncomfortable around his brother's calculating stare.
The two were made warriors at 16 moons, his name being Ivorymoon while his brother's was named Ebonysun. While Ebonysun noticed pelt similarities between him and Galestorm, Ivorymoon began to notice strange actions from the tom. Galestorm would act like a total flirt towards Featherstep, and began to wonder why Galestorm was pulling charming moves on her when Featherstep already had a mate: Blazeheart. It was only a slight curiosity...turned into a complete and utter shock to the poor tom when his brother told him the news. All the pieces of their complicated family tree began to fit together...things started to make dreaded sense. His brother wasn't going mad...he was simply trying to unravel secrets Ivorymoon had left for moons in the back of his mind, until now. But he refused to believe it.
Later that night, Ivorymoon confronted Galestorm, and after much questioning (demanding) the tom admitted to the secret affair. Now he knew where he got his looks from, sadly enough. The truth did not bring any sense of justice or clarity to Ivorymoon though, instead it only made him confused and lost...wondering where he truly belonged in the family. But Ebonysun was there for him. At lest he still saw him as his full brother instead of half of an offspring. From then on, Ivorymoon has kept a blind faith in Ebonysun.
A few days after that night of questioning, their mother Featherstep was severely injured while trying to fight off a badger in their territory. Ivorymoon wondered if this was Featherstep's way of saying she was still a loyal warrior...despite the hidden affairs. She ended up dying from her wounds, and he did likewise of his brother by not grieving for her. Instead, he buried his nose into her ear fur and whispered "Don't you know being reckless in battle can kill you...?"
Soon afterwards, Blazeheart walked Starclan's path after hearing of his 'mate's' death. To the point where he retired as an elder and locked himself away, where he refused to eat which eventually lead to his starved death. Ivorymoon couldn't help but wonder if Blazeheart knew about the whole love affair. Would he still be alive...or go completely mad?
Ivorymoon still didn't find peace in the matter. Blazeheart wasn't the one who deserved to die. All the blame was left to the flirtatious tom, Galestorm. However, Ivorymoon didn't want to engage himself into any more family matters...he felt that the burden of even knowing it would make him go mad. It didn't take much convincing from Ebonysun before Ivorymoon found himself stalking their other father who went to go make dirt. That was when a vile scent hit his senses...a wolverine (Havoc). But they could not even react in time when it jumped from the undergrowth and made its slow but inevitable progress towards Galestorm. At the time the brothers were both hidden and downwind, so were not noticed. Ivorymoon had the feeling that he should stop the fight. Even if Galestorm was a deceiver...he was still family and a Stormclan cat. It was only a fellow warrior's instinct to look out for each other. Ebonysun stopped him though and told Ivorymoon that the beast could give him the chance of killing Galestorm without tainting his paws. Taking strict care in his brother's words, he was forced to watch his 'father' fight and die in the claws of the wolverine from the safety of a hole beneath a tree. The tortured screams would forever echo within his dreams, while the rusty smell of blood made him sick. Once the triumphant wolverine lumbered off, the two of them crept out of hiding, Ivorymoon especially wrinkling his nose at the smell. Galestorm lay in a pool of his own blood, disfigured and broken. Ivorymoon began shaking and forced his gaze to the skies where all was dark, the moon blanketed with clouds. He hazily asked himself if he was perhaps going blind...happy on that crippled thought. He noticed that one by one their parents had been slaughtered...and could not see who was really gaining the upper paw in this twisted justice. Only when the moon shown again and revealed his brother's face, his piercing yellow gaze that brimmed with cruel satisfaction. Ebonysun...had become the victor.
The two dragged Galestorm's body back, saying that they found his body slaughtered off by a wolverine from the distance, too far off to help. Not all of it was a lie. No one knew about Galestorm and Ivorymoon's resemblance and how he was really his illicit father. Ivorymoon only saw this as unneeded bloodshed. This was not at all Starclan's will, for the two could have saved Galestorm. He only blames himself for being submissive at the time. The silver-white tom really doesn't know why their broken family became this way and only seeks understanding.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:00 am
Owner: KittySongLUVsJONASBoys  . : About Me : .My name is Glimmerkit ⇨ Glimmerpaw ⇨ Glimmerlight.
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), Squirrelkit (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.
Glimmerkit is quiet and sweet. She isn't a handful at all and helps to keep her sister in line. Glimmerkit, unlike Squirrelkit, is capable of sitting still. Her and her sister are opposites. Glimmerkit 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.
Glimmerkit 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. Glimmerkit is a sleek she-kit with a very long tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Glimmerkit is a newborn. She is born to Skywisker and Burrpelt. Glimmerkit is a sister to, her sister Squirrelkit and her brother Brisk-kit... Glimmerkit is a bit different than her siblings though, she's blind. A few days after being born, Skywisker began to notice that Glimmerkit kept running into things. So, naturally worried, Skywisker called for her cousin, Moonblaze, and her cousin told Skywisker that, her little Glimmerkit, is blind. (I plan of having that roleplayed. ^^)
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:07 am
Owner: Music--n--Love--4-Life  . : About Me : .My name is Squirrelkit ⇨ Squirrelpaw ⇨ Squirrelmist.
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), Glimmerkit (sister), Brisk-kit (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.
Squirrelkit 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, Glimmerkit.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Squirrelkit 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. Squirrelkit is a sleek kit with an oddly long tail like her sister.
My history, don't go poking around!
Squirrelkit is a newborn. She is born to Skywisker and Burrpelt. Squirrelkit is a sister to her sister Glimmerkit and her brother Brisk-kit.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2012 9:18 am
Owner: Leopardstreak  . : About Me : . My name is Miraclesky.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 24 moons (exactly 2 years).
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Firestar, great grandfather. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Sunshine
- Clanmates
- Kits
- Rain
- Happiness
- Healthy Clanmates
- Mice
- Peace
- Playing
- Getting dirty
- Hunting
- Flying!
- Jokes
- Having fun
My least favorite things...
- Fighting
- Needless battles
- Leafbare
- Cold
- Unhappy Clanmates
- A low freshkill pile
- Injured cats
- Twolegs
- Grumpy cats
- Too-serious cats
- Unnecessary violence
- Mistreatment of younger cats
- Prejudice
- Injustice
And, my fears.
- Wolves, badgers, predators
- Twolegs (somewhat)
- Fast moving rivers
- Lions/cougars . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Miraclesky is a very peppy and eccentric she-cat, happy and bubbly. She's very kind and understanding, and usually curious. She's been known to stick her nose into places she shouldn't, but still hasn't learned from it. She's a fighter, due to her kithood. She's a proud cat, and sometimes her pride trips her up. She's usually got a good nature to her, and is always willing to help. She loves kits and apprentices, and immensely enjoys watching (and helping) them become great warriors of StormClan. Miraclesky also holds no prejudice against any cat, despite popular opinion. She forms her own opinion of each and every cat, depending on their actions toward her and her Clanmates. She also hates seeing any cat sad or grumpy, and will do her best to cheer them up or lighten their mood. Most of the time, she'll get her ears clawed off because of it!
It's what I am, like it or not.
Miraclesky is a small orange she-cat, with a very fluffy pelt. She has bright orange fur, with a white chest and a white stripe down her nose. Her tail is incredibly long and fluffy. Her fur is sleek and well groomed, and she has gorgeous sky blue eyes, what she was named after. She also has white tufts of fur on the tips of her ears and on the tips of her paws. Despite her size, she's very strong, and strong muscles ripple beneath her pelt.
My history, don't go poking around!
Miraclesky was born Miraclekit, but she was born dead. She was the runt of the litter, and the medicine cat pronounced her dead. Terrible medicine cat, that one was. But Miraclekit has a spark of life in her, and she fought for it. Her mother cast her aside, and focused on taking care of her siblings, a tom and another she-kit. She didn't want to lose another kit. Miraclekit was still clinging to life, but barely by a thread. She floundered in and out of consciousness, frustrated because she could barely force air in and out of her lungs and could not open her eyes, and she was much too weak to move any of her limbs or even twitch an ear. Frankly, she did have the appearance of having been lost to StarClan, but the nearly indiscernable rise and fall of her chest, while nearly invisible, it was there. Her heart, while it was incredibly weak, was still beating. And she was hungry!
When the elders took her to burial, Miraclekit forcefully opened her eyes. She had fallen asleep, weakness overcoming her, and found herself bobbing in the elders' jaws. She squealed and began feebly wriggling, ending up scratching all the elders's noses. She jostled all of them with her struggles, albeit them weak, she fought to go back. When the elders carried her back and put her next to her mother, she began mewling and suckling. Her body began to strengthen, and with nourishment and rest, she recovered the strength she had not had in her birth. Many warriors gave this small, hopeless kit no chance, because of her size and history, but as she grew older, she proved all those who pre-judged her wrong. She was indeed a very strong kit, and her mother named her Miraclekit- because she was a true miracle.
Miraclesky was a very strong apprentice, but she was small. Since she was the runt, she's still a small warrior. But she's nearly as strong as the toms. She's a very reliant and peppy she-cat, hardly anything can get her down. She's kind and caring, and is always willing to help. She hates prejudice with a passion because of the difficulty she encountered with overcoming the prejudice she faced, and no matter the Clan's opinion of a cat, she will never adopt such a conformist way of thinking.
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