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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2011 9:58 pm
Leopardstreak M'dear, I just noticed that the picture of Jacques didn't show up. Would you mind fixing that real quick? <3 FIXED! <3 biggrin Thanks for letting me know! :3
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 7:18 am
Hoshina Utau120 Leopardstreak Hoshina Utau120 Leopardstreak Hoshina Utau120 first of all it's a he. And second i don't mind. though there isn't very much to put.. Oops! My bad. Dx Thank you for understanding! ^^ Once those few things are changed, then he is accepted. c: umm there's just oen thing about the name. Ember Robinwood made an awsome layout aand i tokk her a while. It was all tiger and heart themed so I'm kinda umm well not exactly comfortable with that but id it is REALLY NESSARY then i guess.
Thank you.so i have to change the name? of Silverstream i mean I will explain in a PM. This thread does NOT need this much spam.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 9:05 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Oceanmist.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm Eighteen moons.
I'm a Medicine cat.
My kin include Seasong(Mother) Darksoul(Father;Deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
>Herbs
>Flowers
>Helping my clan mates
>Family
>The ocean
>Water
>Swimming every now and then
My least favorite things...
And, my fears.
^Cats dying in my care
^Failing . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Oceanmist is a very calm she-cat. Actually, her personality is almost like the ocean. She's almost always calm and collected. And at other times, she is violent and unpredictable. Like the ocean. Otherwise, she is a very nice she-cat and is willing to do anything to help a clan mate. Or anyone else.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Oceanmist is a Russian blue cat. But to her clan mates, she is a blue gray she-cat. Her pelt is clean and sleek. Oceanmist's eyes are a light sea green color. Her eyes seem to stun other cats, but Oceanmist takes no notice in that. To her, her eyes are just like everyone else, and cannot figure out why some cats fuss over her eye color. Oceanmist has no scars on her body so far. She tends to shy away from battle, but would easily put herself in front of a fellow clan mate to save them.
My history, don't go poking around!
Oceanmist was born into Seaclan eighteen moons ago, to her proud parents Seasong and Darksoul. Well, Darksoul wasn't so proud. Since she was the only kitten, Seasong gave her all her attention and love. Darksoul just sat there like a rock. Oceankit always figured Darksoul hated her because she was pretty small and scrawny. And that he wanted a tom kit too. When Oceankit became an apprentice, Darksoul finally became proud of her. Saying She'd finally be a use to her clan. But really, Oceanpaw wanted to be a medicine cat. After a quarter moon of training, she finally begged Cloudfang to let her be her apprentice. And thus, she became a medicine cat apprentice, after asking and begging Mosstar. Darksoul became angry. His own kit gave up being a normal apprentice. He told he that medicine training will get her no where, and they stopped talking. Seasong tried to help out, but nothing really worked. Finally, Oceanpaw snapped and told Darksoul, "No, just shut up, Darksoul! Being a medicine cat apprentice is helping the clan. With out me healing you're wounds, You'd die. Just like that." "No, I will never die! I am a true warrior of Seaclan. Watch me bare my wounds with pride." He said, before walking off. Oceanpaw never felt any guilt. And finally, at the gathering where the slayers attacked, Darksoul was injured, and he could have been saved. Oceanpaw was going to save him, until Seasong stopped her and told her he needed to learn. Oceanpaw was scarred for life that day, knowing she could have saved and her mother wouldn't let her. Nine moons later, well, now, she became a full medicine cat. She still dislikes her father, but thought of him as a clan mate instead. She doesn't talk to her mother much anymore. Oceanmist thinks of her mother as a killer. She watched her father die. Leo this okay> DX well, the storyline history thing. If not I'll edit.
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Posted: Thu Aug 25, 2011 11:39 am
 . : About Me : . Mah name is Glacieroath.
Aam a proud member of Breezeclan.
Aam a tom, Ah shood knoo.
Aam 27 moons (2 years 3 months).
Aam a medicine cat.
Mah kin include Thymewhisper (Mammy) [NPC]. . : A Wee Bit More : . Mah favorite things!
mrgreen Keepin' mahself clean
mrgreen Keepin' other cats clean
mrgreen Keepin' the medicine cat clean
mrgreen Keepin' clean in general
mrgreen Keepin' everything clean.
mrgreen Th' beautiful smell of herbs
mrgreen Cold weather, Ah am a northerner!
mrgreen Helpin' others
mrgreen Cats who are nice tae me
Mah least favorite things...
scream Gettin' dirty an' muddy
scream Seein' others get dirty
scream Someone making the medicine cat den dirty
scream Mah cleanin' bein' refused
scream Someone makin' fun of my wee size
scream Mean or disrespectin' cats
scream Pointless bloodshed
scream Hot weather, cannae stand it!
scream Bugs, horrible dirty things!
An', mah fears.
gonk Helplessness
gonk Cats dyin' in mah care
gonk Leafbare killin' all th' herbs . : Gettin' Personal : . Aam nae gonnae change, it's who Ah am.
Awrigh' mate? Findin' mah accent difficult tae understand? Awrigh', just fur this time, Ah will try mah best tae speak without mah northern accent. Bear wi' me if Ah talk slow!
I'm a very open tom, always ready for a good laugh and a good joke. My clanmates always say I seem to have limitless energy, as I'm always running around Breezeclan and always seem to be busy. What am I busy with, you ask? Cleaning, of course! My schedule of the day isn't as free as you think y'know, first I have to give myself a thorough groom in the morning to get rid of dirt and dust that have settled on my pelt overnight, then I give the medicine cat den a good sweep with a large leaf, then I make sure all the herbs are sorted into neat little piles and according to their usage, and finally I go herb picking. When I come back? More tidying and more cleaning of course! I have to make sure the den's perfectly clean for injured patients y'know, even a speck of dirt can bring about infections!
Afterwards, I start checking that everyone in Breezeclan has clean pelts, if they're not clean then I'll give them a very thorough groom! Why, you ask? Dirty pelts can trap fleas and ticks and all kinds or horrible bugs that suck your blood dry. Aye, I've seen cats who've died like that. Speaking of which, your fur doesn't look too clean...now hold still and don't move!
It's what Ah am, like it or not.
I'm a very small tom with smoky gray fur (British Blue, to be exact),with a few faint bands around my tail. My fur is sort but very dense, keeping my comfortably warm during leafbare but can sometimes make me too warm during leafgreen. My paws are small and dainty, perfect for delicate work such as wrapping bandages and applying poultices. My eyes are a deep amber that are always kind and soft...unless you make me angry of course!
Mah history, dornt go pokin' around!
I was born in Breezeclan to the name Glacierkit since I was born in the middle of a very harsh leafbare, and was made a medicine cat apprentice to the old medicine cat Sagecloud. To Sagecloud's surprise, I managed to learn all the skills and herbs under three months, which was an astounding speed. Although, she couldn't make me a warrior when I was only nine moons old. I was happy too of course, but something else was nagging on my mind. Wasn't there a much bigger world out there? There should be many more different herbs outside clan territory! I approached the former leader Willowstar, constantly pestering her for permission until she agreed, albeit reluctantly. Clan cats usually left the clan when exiled, but here I was begging to leave. Willowstar agreed, on the condition that I would swear to return. Willowstar gave me an early ceremony before the clan saw me off, she gave me the name Glacieroath, as a reminder that I had sworn to return to Breezeclan someday, that I belonged and always had a home in Breezeclan, and an oath to only take away and never bring pain to others. With my new name, I set off excitedly towards the north.
Wow, it's been 21 moons since then, time really flies huh? I won't bore you with the details of every single thing I did, but I travelled wherever my paws took me, spending my time with dozens of different healers and learning about what different herbs did and the side effects, learning about all kinds of different diseases of cats.
Eventually, when I reached the brink of the harsh northern lands, I met an old she-cat who claimed that she had been expecting me, the "wind whispered to her". I was confused of course, but I didn't question her in case she took any offence. Instead, she led me to a bare looking cave, telling me that I still had a lot to learn. And indeed I did! She taught me how to use a stout stick and pry the bark off willow trees and soak it to bring out the anaesthetic qualities, she taught which flowers could e eaten to temporarily dull pain, which beans could be eaten to temporarily awaken myself. A wise old she-cat, she was. She had one principle though: never take a life, not even a prey's life. At first I wondered how she even survived, then she showed me which berries she ate to satiate her hunger, and how she sniffed out carrion that foxes or even wolves (Eurasian wolf) left behind. Of course every cat had to eat meat, but she never took a life when doing so.
One day, I can't exactly remember when - but she just mysteriously vanished. Just like that! It was as if she never existed. All traces of her scent had vanished, as mysteriously as she had come. I didn't put too much thought into it though, she probably had her reasons. I started journeying as a nomad again, wandering around the northern parts of the land...and one night, I had a very strange dream. A cat came up to me, I almost couldn't recognise her...but it was Willowstar! A dream from Starclan? But why? Starclan had not talked to me since I left, I thought they had forgotten me! Willowstar however told me urgently that Breezeclan was in danger, but she didn't exactly tell me what the problem was. (Star Slayers) Heeding her warning, I started hurrying back to Breezeclan, getting lost many times in snowstorms and relentless winds...
And finally I arrived, after many moons of journeying back. Not many cats remembered me since it had been about twenty moons since I left, but I was still welcomed back as a full fledged medicine cat, with my old name - Glacieroath.
((I might write his journeys in more detail if I can be bothered lol))
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 12:54 pm
Much better. Thank you. He is accepted. :3 Also, please be patient when awaiting approval. I get very busy in real life and sometimes don't have a lot of opportunites to get online. Especially right now, because I am getting ready for a big fair competition next weekend. Just please keep that in mind.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 6:20 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Larka (Previously Wishpaw).
I'm a proud member of previously StormClan but now no clan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 12 moons.
I'm a rogue.
My kin include... I don't remember. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ Fighting
+ Training
+ Challenges
+ Anything dangerous
+ Taking risks
+ Getting dirty
+ Getting into sticky situations
+ Making things up as she goes
+ The unknown
+ Loyalty
+ Exercising
+ Life or death situations
+ Barely escaping death
+ Rebellion
+ Doing things her own way
+ Breaking the rules
+ Annoying cats
+ Making cats nervous with her dangerous stunts
+ Taking charge
+ Being in control
+ Leading the way
+ Doing wild and dangerous things
+ Being alone
+ Thinking on her paws
+ Nighttime
+ Being strong
+ Not following orders
+ StormClan
+ Her new life
+ Possibly regaining her memory
My least favorite things...
- Failure
- Following orders
- Rules and orders
- Being told what to do
- Betrayal
- Twolegs
- Badgers
- Being stuck inside
- Lazy cats
- Immature cats
- Cats who are too serious
- The other clans
- Cats who always follow the rules
- Being judged
- Being punished for not following orders
- Being stuck in the medicine cats den
- Talking about herself
- Weak cats, cowards, and liars
- Cats that try to change her
- Being vulnerable
- Being underestimated
- Giving up
- Dead ends
- Standing on the sidelines
And, my fears.
X Death
X Losing who she is
X Being betrayed by someone close . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Larka is not someone you want to mess with. She's very tough and strong and won't take anything lying down. She's a fighter all the way and can often appear cold to strangers. She's very guarded about herself and rarely lets people in. She keeps herself hidden to the world. To most, she's like a big mystery that can't be solved, which doesn't bother her. She doesn't trust cats very easily and not even those rare few close to her can't say they have her full trust. She can be sharp-tongued and outspoken, often saying things before thinking them through. She isn't afraid to speak her mind and, when she does, she doesn't care if her words hurt others, as long as they are the truth. She prefers to be alone then around crowds of cats and works much better on her own. She has always been independent and loves to go rouge and do things her own way. She's very rebellious and hates following rules, even when the leader or deputy gives them. She loves to think outside the box and just do her own thing, however that ends up getting her into trouble with other cats. However, no matter how many times she's reprimanded for going rouge and not following order, Larka will never change herself. She is confident of who she is and won't let anyone change it. She rarely follows orders but things almost always turn out the way she wants. Like she hates following order, Larka hates not being the leader during a mission patrol or a battle. She doesn't like others telling her what to do and can be extremely stubborn during those situations. Larka is also very good at hiding her emotions like fear, pain, happiness, and love. She normally has a straight face (or poker face) on and that rarely changes since she rarely smiles. She's also a risk taker and loves anything dangerous. She normally makes cats nervous when she does something risky or dangerous, especially when it can endanger others. However, Larka always knows what she’s doing, even if it doesn't look like it. Larka is also very intelligent and can think her way out of almost any situation. Sometimes, when she feels like it, she will think things through but she is normally impulsive and follows her gut. To sum her up, Larka is a rebellious, strong-willed, guarded young she-cat who will fight until her dying breath.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Larka is a very large cat. she towers over most of the other cats but still looks elegant. She has long, slender yet muscular legs and a well built body. She is quick on her feet but her large body and strong muscles also makes her very strong too. She isn't afraid to use her size to her advantage when she feels like it. Her pelt is a beautiful, pure white color that is normally kept very clean. It especially helps her blend in during the winter when snow is on the ground. Her eyes are a striking deep blue that stand out from her white pelt. Some say the eyes are the doors into the soul but not for Larka. She has learned to hide her emotions and cats can't even get a glimpse of what she is feeling through her eyes, unless she lets them.
My history, don't go poking around!
Larka, then Wishkit, was born into StormClan twelve moons ago to her parents, Missingblade and Whisperflight. Her father, Whisperflight, sadly died during the battle with the Star Slayers. She had one brother, Vinekit, and the two were very close. They did almost everything together and her mother sometimes joked that the two should have been born joined at the hip, since they already were. Wishkit loved her brother dearly but she was always the more mature one out of the two and often advised her brother when to and when not to do something. Unlike some siblings, who fought and argued, Wishkit and Vinekit rarely even shared harsh words with each other and never ever fought with one another. They were the perfect siblings and had planned out exactly how they were going to train as apprentices together at a young age. However, a few days before their apprentice ceremony, Vinekit urged Wishkit to sneak out of camp with him just once. The two had been extremlly well behaved their entire kit-hood (thanks to Wishkit) and Vinekit wanted to just do one wild thing before they became apprentices. Wishkit agreed and the two slipped out of camp when their mother was napping. Things were going fine, they explored all the spots they could and were just returning to camp when disater struck. Unknown to both kits, the clan had recently smelled a fresh scent of badger in the area and were trying to locate its den. It just so happened that the two kits stumbled upon the badger's den on their way home. the badger attacked the two kits and Wishkit and Vinekit struggled to flee. Wishkit managed to scamper up the stumpy of a dead tree and stared at the badger in fear. Vinekit, unlike his agile sister, struggled to get on the stump and reached for Wishkit's help. Wishkit complied immediatly but not soon enough. Right as she prepared to pull her brother up, the badger lunged and tore Vinekit right out of Wishkit's grasp. Wishkit began crying for help as the badger attacked her brother, terror filling every bone in her body. Luckily, a passing patrol, whom were out looking for the kits, heard her cries and rushed to the source. They managed to chase off the badger but it was too late for Vinekit. Her brother had been brutally killed by the badger and lay dead on the ground. The patrol brought Wishkit and Vinekit's body back to camp, where the clan mourned for him. Wishkit sought comfort in her mother and refused to leave her side for a long time, up until she was made an apprentice.
Wishkit became Wishpaw only a few days later and was blessed with having Silverstar as her mentor. She was very grateful but also felt that it should have been her brother, whom had always dreamed of being leader, that had gotten Silverstar as a mentor. Yet, she didn't let her sorrow last long and strived to make her mentor and clan proud. She proved to be a top apprentice, catching a large squirrel on her first day out. Her mother was extremlly proud of her and said that Whisperflight and Vinekit would have been so proud of her. Wishpaw clung to the memories of ehr lost family and used them to make her strong as she trained. She trained hard, her mentor working her to her limits and beyound, for two long moons before her beloved life was brutally stripped from her.
It was all an accident, one big accident that no cat could have prevented. Silverstar had allowed her to go out on a solo hunt early one morning, something Wishpaw had been wanting to do for a while. She figured her mentor would be watching from the shadows but that didn't faze the young apprentice. She began her hunt at sunrise and things were going well. She had caught a few pieces of prey and were heading back to camp when she stumbled upon a group of twolegs. Whatever they were doing in StormClan territory was unknown to the young she-cat and she retreat from their line of sight but it was too late. She had been spotted. Before she knew it, they had grabbed her and were forcing her into a small cage. She yowled for Silverstar but even Wishpaw knew it was too late. She was locked in blackness for what felt like hours before she was taken out and thrown into a bigger cage, a few other cats in there with her. Wishpaw remained in that cage for a few days. Every now and then, a twoleg would come and put some revolting food in the cage before leaving. Wishpaw tried to resist eating it but, after multiple days, the hunger became too much and she choked down the vile "food". She wasn't sure how long passed but, eventually, she was removed from the cage and taken to a new place. She figured that it was a twoleg's nest. Wishpaw remained in the nest for sometime, always searching for a way out. One day, she managed to slip through the door when the female twoleg was leaving and made a mad dash for safety. Yet she simply charged out of torture and ran right to Dark Forest. So caught up in her escape, Wishpaw didn't even notice a monster plowing towards her at full speed until it was too late.
Wishpaw awoke later in a strange room. Her front leg was wrapped in something and something was on her side and head. She struggled to sit up but pain in her leg made her stop. She tried to remember how she got here and that was when she realized it. She couldn't remember anything. All she remembered was pain and then darkness. A nearby cat asked for her name, even though Wishpaw didn't know it. Instead she said that first thing that came to her mind. looking at the other cat, she replied "My name is Larka." Wishpaw, now Larka, remained in the cage for a while until her leg was healed. Sometimes, a twoleg would come and check on her, tending to her wound. Larka didn't like the twoleg touching her but found no need to lash out at him since whatever he was doing was helping. Once her broken leg healed, Larka was returned to her old twolegs and remained with them for a long time. While she didn't remember anything about being in StormClan, part of her always pulled her toward the forest that was right outside her yard. Something just kept telling her that this wasn't where she belonged.
So, Larka planned her escape. She waited until all the twolegs were gone before she slipped out through a window that was always left open. She carefully made her way toward the forest before fleeing into the darkness of the woods. She traveled for many day, no even sure where she was going. She rarely spent more then a day in one spot and kept moving, pushing herself to walk from sunrise to sundown. During her travels, Larka taught herself to hunt and fight and soon became an expert at it, unknowningly remembering move Silverstar taught her before. It took a while but Larka soon, and unknowingly, reached the clan's territory. She wasn't sure why but one of the territories (StormClan) seemed familiar to her. Larka spent a few days resting in the forest outskirts, regaining her strength before moving on. She is trying to ignore the feelings that she has reached her destination since she doesn't even know what her destination is. After a few days of rest, Larka began to explore StormClan's territory. She knew she should just keep moving, especially after she smelled the scents of many other cats, but her curiousity kept her there. She spent the night in the outskirts but every day she would return to StormClan's territory, wondering why it felt vaguely familiar to her. She doesn't evne realize that she has in fact returned to her home, returned to StormClan.I hope this is acceptable. I'm hoping for her to rejoin StormClan if that is possible, since she actually is a full-blooded StormClan cat. If it's not, then I'll redo her profile ^^
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2011 11:44 am
. : About Me : . My name is Heartshore.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 16 moons..
I'm a Warrior.
My kin includeThey have made their passings.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
• Being a genius!
• Staring at others.
• Silently putting curses upon others.
• SeaClan
• Nice cats
• The not annoying ones
• Looking for fish to stare at.
• Thinking
• Plotting
• Being kind
• Being devilish.
• Snuggling other cats.
• Admiring other cat's eye's.
My least favorite things...
• Cats who think i'm strange.
• Cats who hate me
• Not being able to stare
• Rejects of my snuggling
• My plots failing
• Fighting
• Being unthoughtful
And, my fears.
• Death
• Others finding out her bipolar problems.
• Being rejected
• Making decisions.
• Beauty
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Heartshore is a cat with only two personalities. Although she isn't two cats at all. Sometimes she's devilish and evil, plotting for vengence or shouting random stuff, or cursing others to the Dark Forest. Thats the personality you don't want to be upon, fore its quite strange. The cat's bipolar, we understand this? Yes. Her other side is sweet and kind, she'll snuggle up to you and stare into your eye's admiring them. Her faviorite thing to do is stare, so don't think she has problems if she enjoys doing this. Heartshore loves being a genius, and thinking she's brilliant on her devilish side, although both sides of her personality, whichever mood she's in. Hates to fight.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Heartshore is a sandy colored orange cat with big blue eye's. She prefers to stare at you with them then to look around at other things. Her fur is slightly lighter colors in some areas. She has a good build, and a normal sized cat. When in the sunlight her fur lights up to the color of a dull flame. Her muzzle is white, and a slight bit of her chest is too.
My history, don't go poking around!
Heartshore was born to Lightningshine, and Deathscar. Her parents were abusive and mean to her. As a young kit, she knocked her head on a rock, and since then she's had diffrent personalities. It was quick and short, is what had happened. "Mom can I climb that tree?" Heartkit asked her Mother. "I don't care" Lightningshine growled. "Your a horrid kit, now get out of my sight" she spoke hatefully. "Yes Momma" Heartkit said, while she began climbing the tree. The kit peered over the edge, and as she did, she came over with a horrible dizzyness. And fell onto a rock bellow. The kit was knocked out for quite a bit. And when she came too. She was in the Medicine Den. She saw a StarClan cat off to the side. A dark gray tom with blue eye's. She felt panic run into her. "Its not your time" His voice whispered into her ear. Heartkit watched as the cat dissapeared. Later on Heartpaw, now she was. found her other personality one day while she was fishing. She could hear a voice inside her head. Laughing and sounding evil. It kept acursing her into the Dark Forest. And fear struck her badly. The personality only seem to came while she hunted, or was in a bad mood. It didn't come often.
Soon her Mother passed away. Then her Father, Heartpaw didn't feel sad they had died. And her evil personality took over then for a moon or so. Some cat's thought she was crazy, but Heartpaw knew better. As Heartpaw received her Warrior Name, she saw the Gray Tom again. He nodded his head to her, and the voice whispered into her ear. "Be careful with your other personality, don't let it take over. Your mind is confused, its confused. Permanately." The voice said. Heartshore felt a shiver go down her spine. "I am Nighttalon" It whispered again, before the gray tom had dissapeared. Heartshore continued on with her life, the evil force still appearing sometimes. Thinking it was the greatest and most intelligent creature in the world. Making a fool of Heartshore. As of this moment Heartshore has nothing going on in her life, except for the annoying personality.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 12:34 pm
Accepted! ^^ The history looks fine. Just remember what was mentioned earlier. c: Larka looks fine. I'm pretty sure that her history makes her wiggle out of the "no rogues" rule, since you added in that Silverstar was her mentor. She will definitely remember her, so that will work. It looks great! She looks fine, but we are no longer allowing split personalities. She can have a mood swing problem, like having a terrible temper, but not two different personalities. Does that make sense? D8
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