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 Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 8:54 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Longshadow.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Twenty-eight moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include The unmentionable. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Seclusion and Privacy
- Peace and Quiet
- The night and the Moon
- Voles-- tasty little morsels.
- She-cats. . I'm a flirt.
My least favorite things...
- To many questions.
- Intrusive cats
- Egotistic toms
And, my fears.
- Fire
- Drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Longshadow has always been a Reclusive and secretive creature. While not unpleasant to be around, he rarely indulges in a laugh or smile, and has been known to take others off guard by the suddeness his laugh or smile might appear and then vanish. He is quiet. He is observant. Often times he focuses on his training and disregards things such as 'chit-chat' and goofing around. But the tom is not malicious and this is a common misconception-- in fact, it is not unheard of, for Longshadow to risk his life for others in dire enough situations. He is not quick to anger, but won't turn down a fight if it looks promising. He strives to better himself, to better those around him, and to be remembered by generations to come. Longshadow, ultimately, is an intelligent creature, with wits beyond his age and a powerful intuition. He has a 'speak when spoken to' mentality, and even then might only respond with a gesture or nod. Do not mistake this for anger or unpleasantry. He is a happy creature, even if he doesn't display it.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Longshadow is a thick, well-built, muscular tom. He has a handsome face, with neatly tilted ears, even whiskers, and deep knowing eyes. His shoulders show most of his muscularity, and often roll with his graceful movements, leading down into his lengthy torso and long legs (for which he was named). Most of his body is white, with large black markings spread out oddly. He has a black hood, which tapers down his neck and between his shoulders. The bridge of his nose is black, as well as his chin. Just below his shoulders on his legs, are black marks, as well as his tail which is primarily black. He has strong paws, with ivory claws he has taken great care of and silky fur he grooms daily.
My history, don't go poking around!
When born, he was named longkit due to his unusually lengthy body. He showed promise, even as a blind scrap of fur and relied heavily on his instincts to get anywhere. Once his eyes were opened and he was old enough to begin learning, he hounded his elders to become an apprentice. Before that moment, his father had never taken an interest in him, so when the massive tom came strutting in to investigate, it nearly gave Longkit a heart attack. The tom was not impressed by his only sons scrawny figure, and immediately began his life-long training. He needed to eat more. Needed to sleep less. Needed to listen, learn, understand. Longkits delightful and playful personality was soured by the sterness of his father. Desperately wanting to please, Longkit sacrificed his kithood, in favor of a more serious demeanor. When he became Longpaw, he was already ahead of his game. He knew more, could figure out complicated situations, and had a knack for handling high-stress situations. His father continued to push him-- training him until his paws bled. That only happened once. When longpaw returned to camp with bloody paws, he confessed to the medicine cat why, and the leader took care of it. While it didn't change anything, he took more care to take care of his paws. Longpaw became a warrior a bit earlier than usual. Shortly after he became Longshadow, his father was killed. Beyond what is common clan knowledge about Longshadow, you don't need to know anything. If you'd like to though, you have to spend some time with him.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 2:50 pm
Accepted! Very nice. However, I must let you know (if you haven't already found out) that we are just about ready to start a major makeover of the guild to revive its activity. Many threads will be moved to a library (Makeover Library) and new threads set up in their places. The library will be unlocked so you may read through past roleplays if you so choose.
You can roleplay whenever you would like, but there will be a period of time where the roleplaying will be set on hold for the finishing touches of the roleplaying threads themselves. However, that is far off. I just wanted to let you know!
For more information, please visit the Official Revival Thread. Thanks!
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:11 pm
Leopardstreak Accepted! Very nice. However, I must let you know (if you haven't already found out) that we are just about ready to start a major makeover of the guild to revive its activity. Many threads will be moved to a library (Makeover Library) and new threads set up in their places. The library will be unlocked so you may read through past roleplays if you so choose.
You can roleplay whenever you would like, but there will be a period of time where the roleplaying will be set on hold for the finishing touches of the roleplaying threads themselves. However, that is far off. I just wanted to let you know!
For more information, please visit the Official Revival Thread. Thanks! Okay, no problem xD Just let me know if theres anything I can do to help revamp.
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Posted: Fri Apr 27, 2012 3:31 pm
iTristopher Leopardstreak Accepted! Very nice. However, I must let you know (if you haven't already found out) that we are just about ready to start a major makeover of the guild to revive its activity. Many threads will be moved to a library (Makeover Library) and new threads set up in their places. The library will be unlocked so you may read through past roleplays if you so choose.
You can roleplay whenever you would like, but there will be a period of time where the roleplaying will be set on hold for the finishing touches of the roleplaying threads themselves. However, that is far off. I just wanted to let you know!
For more information, please visit the Official Revival Thread. Thanks! Okay, no problem xD Just let me know if theres anything I can do to help revamp.
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri May 04, 2012 9:59 pm
 . : 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), Hurricanekit(brother), and Tempestkit(sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
[ʢʡ] Observing
[ʢʡ] My Siblings and Parents
[ʢʡ] Cold Weather
[ʢʡ] Shadows
[ʢʡ] The smell of rain
[ʢʡ] Nighttime
[ʢʡ] High places
[ʢʡ] Battle
My least favorite things...
[✂] Disruptions or Annoyances
[✂] Hot Weather
[✂] Unable to understand situations
[✂] Clumsiness
[✂] Being bored
[✂] Getting into trouble
[✂] Panicking
And, my fears.
[☠] Crowds
[☠] Failure
[☠] Dying
[☠] Family getting Hurt or Killed . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Blizzardkit is a fairly quiet kit. It’s not that he’s shy, he just prefers be a casual observer to everyone. When studying others, he looks as if he's trapped in a dream, when really, he's only curious about other cats. Though he may snap quickly if bothered in any way. Once in focus, he likes to keep it that way.
He respects silence and doesn't feel awkward in the slightest. As they say 'Silence is gold'. It takes a lot to shake him out of his normal behavioral patterns, as he reacts to even the most outlandish things as if they were nothing, mainly because he's clueless on what's going on.
Sometimes if a word's to hard for him to say or if he doesn't know what to talk about when some cat approaches him, he opens his mouth in a wide, silent arch which sticks that way for a time. But he's still staring intently at you, just lost for words.
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 stares contently at you with wide, bright golden eyes filled to the brim with innocent curiosity. They darken slightly depending on how much you annoy him. His white tipped paws can be contrasted to his father's, along with his stumpy tail. He has a large build much like mother's, possessing the thick and heavy coat that protects him from the cold play of leaf-fall or leaf-bare.
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.
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Posted: Sat May 05, 2012 7:23 am
Re-adopted sweatdrop
. : 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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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 06, 2012 8:31 pm
Accepted, however, in the spirit of making things a bit more realistic, he seems too mature for his age. He is a kit, for StarClan's sake. He can be a quiet kit, yes, but normally kits don't "store information for the future". The future, to them, is becoming an apprentice six moons from birth. I'm not trying to be nitpicky, but with the reconstruction, we are trying to guide the guild back to the realistic side. That personality just seems a little too radical for a kit. However, as he gets older, then that would be acceptable. Just not now. Thank you! ^^ Sounds good! Accepted! And just to let the both of you know, roleplay threads will be temporarily closed in the near future for recreation and tweaking. Just to make you aware. c:
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Posted: Tue May 08, 2012 3:07 pm
Ooooh okay =w= When I submitted the profile the first time I had a hard time with the personality and knew something was going to be wrong with it... ^^;; So thanks for telling me 'bout that and I will make the changes immediately~
And o...I just wanted to make sure the profile was in because the WTNC mule told me to make the profile.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2012 4:45 pm
AWWWW YEEEEAAAAHHHH thanks Leo! Sorry Gaia was blocked for some time on campus which is why I haven't been able to log on. And do I smell the scent of revival...? And yes, I would very much like his legend to be used in the new series =]
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 8:28 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Hauntednight.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 23 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Snowcherry(Sister), Siegefury(Son), Shadestripe(Son), Swallowflight(Daughter), Trapflight(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.
((Forgot to make this cat's new and improved profile : P))
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 10:01 am
 . : 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 12:11 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Snowpool.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a She-cat, I should know.
I'm 27 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Brackenfoot(father)(deceased), Sunbud(mother)(deceased), Lakekit(deceased), and Cobfire(deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ Mice
+ Voles
+ Hunting
+ Mentoring
My least favorite things...
+ Death
+ Berries
+ Rudeness
+ Wars
And, my fears.
+ Fire
+ Drowning
+ Sneak Attacks . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Snowpool is a very shy cat that doesn't talk much to others around her, even some of the closets cats to her. This white cat keeps everything to herself unless it could drastically threaten her clan. Snowpool, a protective spirit, will do anything to help anyone, bit would be silent the whole time. She talks mostly with body language and not ever speaking much. The only ones she will talk to is her mother who is deceased and the clan leader. She may talk to others every know and then, but it is likely not to happen.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Snowpool is a pure white cat with no trace of any other color in her silky fur. Her mother used to tell her she was kissed by the snow as a young kit and that is why her fur is so pure white. Her eyes are another story with how bright turquoise they are, but only half of her eyes are turquoise. The other half of her eyes is a deep seagreen. Each of the greens go away from her nose which is very unique.
My history, don't go poking around!
Snowpool was born in winter on the first big blizzard, in the OceanClan camp. All her litter mates died of frostbite leaving her the only surviving kit. Her mother told her it was a miricale. At the time everyone was getting settled in when the worst thing happened to Snowpool's family when she was five moons. Some old NightClan rouges attacked and killed her father and mother while they were out hunting leaving Snowpool without a family. Snowpool's lose helped her acheive becoming a warrior and one of the best of them.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 6:26 pm
 . : 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 10:59 am
 . : 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: Sat Jun 09, 2012 2:08 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Ferretwhisper.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 36 moons old.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Jaywing(Mother) Frogwhisker(Father;deceased) Sunstorm(Brother;Unknown) Pebblestream(Sister;unknown) Serenitystar(Grandmother;Dead) Inkclaw(Grandfather) Nightcloud(Grandmother) . . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
☞ Darkness
☞ Alonetime
☞ Cold days
☞ Wisdom
My least favorite things...
☞ Other cats
☞ Kits
☞ Apprentices
☞ Ignorance
☞ Everything
And, my fears.
☞ Wolves. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Left Viewing Of Body
Ferretwhisper is a naturally silver she-cat, but beyond her silver, is a coat of colors. Her pelt is to that, much of a multi-colored cat.
Against her left hindleg is a strike of silvery purple, that's very faint, and hardly noticeable, the claw's on that hindleg are consisting of a deep black color, that glimmer in the sunlight, reflecting the patterns of the sky. Going up into her left hindleg, you will find two scars embedded, the topper one is longer than the shorter one below it. They were dealed to her in a fight at a Gathering against a male named Thundertooth.
It's silvery at the end of the light purple, then it reaches a dark gray patch, after that, on the other bit, is a blue streak, leading up to her dark gray territory, that breaks over her face.
She has bright green eye's, with amber flecks, that shine like a deep lava glow. Her eye's display no emotion, but only seem to ever so often flicker with emotion if you're lucky enough to catch it. She hardly ever blinks, and can stare for long periods of time. Her tounge is a very dark blue, a rare thing running in her veins, her inner ears are gray, along with her nose. Her ear's are dark gray. Ferretwhisper has a cloud shaped patter on her left cheek, which she carries around proudly. Her face is dark gray, and it cracks all the way onto her chest. Where it meets silver and fades away. She has a scar from where her eyebrow would be, too the lower part of her right eye.
her banner tip is a pink color, but barely noticeable except in direct light. Her upper tail is a light gray, her section after that is a dark gray, after that, in a rainbow like way, blue and silver appear. The rainbow pattern begins at the left to right, the top left is a darker blue appearing stripe, the next in line is a silver color, then slightly dark blue, then a very light blue color.
Her chest is a silver color, In her lower chest, is blue, on her left front paw she has thick black claw's, which reflect the sky light, the sunlight, the blue of the sky, and the clouds at rare times when they shine. In the forest, they appear a shiny black color, not reflecting anything off of them.
On her left front paw begins with a horizontal, curving slightly, blue, followed by a dark gray that does the same. Then a stretch of silver, which stops by a splash of blue, which curves around it slightly, and leads down to her paw, which is blue and silver.
Right Side View
Crossing against her back is a blue stripe, below that, is a pink, just like her tail tip, isn't quite noticeable, and appears silver, except in the bright lighting of day time. Below that, is a silver marking, that looks like the clan's symbols. Below that, is another very light shade of silver, then below that, onto her stomach, is a dark blue.
On her right hind appendage, is more of larger stripes that go horizontal only slightly. The first is a dark gray, making it's way across the upper appendage, After that, is a long stretch if silver, going downward till it touches a shade of blue, which goes on until deeper gray fades into it, and covers her entire toes.
Ferretwhisper pads are gray, the front left, back left, front right, back right. Are all gray padded.
On her right front appendage is an array of colors, following up her regular pattern, from her elbow, streaking down, is a dark gray, which fades into a silver breaking between her dark gray on her face and chest, and the one on her appendage, going downward, it has to fade into a very light silver, next to the light silver, is a darker silver, and near the dark gray chest, is a diamond like pattern, showing off etching around the front of her appendage.
The tips of her front right paw are Dark gray, two of them are, one of the other is silver, and the other is pure blue . A light silver cracks through, leaving a stripe inthe middle of them. On the bottom of her dark gray tops, are dark gray on the bottom. The next one, the silver, is dark gray on the bottom, the blue one is just pure blue
It's what I am, like it or not.
Ferretwhisper's a realist, she usually likes living in the past, and dallies in this for long periods of time, she gets along with pretty much everyone, and forgives quickly, she has a strong love for everyone, but if someone breaks into something she doesn't like. She likes them a bit less, Ferretwhisper has a hatred of kittens, she finds them annoying. She hates it when people complain about their lives, can't they just be realistic? She's a pessimist, seeing the downside, like 'Half empty' or 'It's never going to work again' 'Maybe if we try... But most likely not' that's how she views life, Ferretwhisper has tried killing herself before. But didn't, as she realised who'd be upset over it. She doesn't like people who can't take a joke, and especially hates it when someone trys argueing with her,, and hopes to be with him for many moons. Her best friends? Those are the ones she could never get mad at, she loves them, and would do anything for them. Ferretwhisper has a very confident stride to her, and doesn't enjoy anything in life, a lot of cat's seem fearful of her, and smart cat's know not to trust her near a kit.
My history, don't go poking around!
Ferretkit was born to her parents, Frogwhisker, and Jaywing. She was playful at first, always sticking close to her Brother, Sunkit, not really having much relationship with her Sister, Pebblestream, but just the same. She was always tough, wanting to fight or such, even with her small size, she was confident, believing she could take on the world. Ferretpaw quickly learned in battling, becoming quite good at it, she began to hate kits, finding them overly happy and agitating to her. Soon, she took a realiation to her, and began to be closer to her Sister more aswell as her Brother. During her training, she fought with a tom at a Gathering, his name was Thundertooth.
She took the pain from it, developing scars along her hindleg, she also took the punishment her Leader gave her, but also kept her confident stride accuratelyShe took on a more intellectual appearance, but didn't fall inlove, she passed by the moons, watching family die, and relatives exiled, she felt disgrace, but shook it off. Keeping her head up, high.
To this day she keeps her head up, not caring about her size, but only her credit, her rep. She doesn't care to engage in too many 'clan activities' and will drag herself to Gatherings when she's asked too.
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