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 Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:22 am
Owner: Lunepelt  . : About Me : . My name is Badgerclaw.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 14 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include None worth mentioning. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Training
~ Gatherings
~ Listening to the Elders stories
~ Ceremonies
My least favorite things...
~ Dawn Patrols
~ Badgers/foxes
~ The rain
~ Thunderstorms
And, my fears.
~ The Thunderpath/Twolegs
~ Death
~ Drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Badgerclaw is a determined young tom, desperate to become the best warrior he can be. He has an intense dislike of the water, but it rarely affects him. He is very polite and interested in the goings-on of the Clan. He is especially fond of the elders and their stories. He is ambitious, and fiercely loyal, and has a sharp sense of humour. He tends to overthink things sometimes.Badgerclaw is also one of the most awkward cats in the Clan. He was never as interested in playing as a kit, instead choosing to listen to the elders stories. He isn't very good at conversation, and while he is usually a good hunter, he occasionally slips up and makes odd mistakes. He looks for love in all the wrong places (meaning other Clans), but has toned that down a lot. He has some trouble holding a conversation, but can follow orders and fight like an entirely different cat
It's what I am, like it or not.
A rather burly tom, heavier than most cats, more suited to fighting than running, although he's fast enough. Strong, powerful legs, broad shoulders and a long brushy tail. His pelt is very thick, long furred, and jet black, with a white chest, paws and chin. His eyes are a green-yellow, quite eerie. Badgerclaw has unusually long white whiskers, and also long claws, as his name suggests. It is this, and his colouring that earned him his name. He is an excellent jumper.
My history, don't go poking around!
A Clanborn cat, whose father was killed by a badger (strangely, they named him 'Badgerkit'). He was the only one of his litter to survive, and his mother died during the kitting. He isn't really that concerned with who his parents were, as he sees the Clan as being his family. He received his warrior name very recently and is desperately trying to prove that he has earned it. Deep down, he is a hopeless romantic, and is looking for love in the wrong places.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:23 am
Owner: Thistleclaw . : About Me : . My name is Malicekit - Malicepaw - Malicetempt.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 6 moons.
I'm a Apprentice.
My kin include All deceased.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Darkness
~ Solitude
~ Ladies
~ Hatred
~ Violence
~ Things others find weird, or creepy
~ Pain
My least favorite things...
~ Kindness
~ Loud noises
~ Overly energetic cats
~ Happiness
~ Anything cute
~ Kits
~ Un-seriousness
~ Cats in general
~ Galestar
~ Medicine Cats
And, my fears.
~ Anablephobia (The fear of looking up) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Often, Malicepaw can be viewed as a cat of many hatreds, he has a harsh and cruel personality, bullying others into his own personal desires. He's a bit of a flirt, when it comes to females, finding that to be where he can only be charming, as he's often an uncharming kind of individual. Despite this, he does not, and will not associate with any of the 'happy, peppy, preppy' cats, finding a fond hatred. Well, hatred in general, towards anything, would be a simple way to put it, so just saying that he had a fond hatred towards those types would be a long-ways off on his personality. He, for some reason, has developed a fear of looking up, it's an unusual fear, that most do not know about, but could question as to why he would never lay on his back and look into the sky. He often has a very sarcastic tone to fall into his voice, and a very cruel tone aswell. Cruel and sarcastic, a quite bad combination, and a hatred of everything. He finds every-cat in general to get on his nerves. He can be highly amusing, with his misanthropic antics, and often viewed as a 'funny cat' but that thought can quickly change once he growls at you to leave him be.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Well, to add on with his hateful, and strange personality, is his strange appearance. He has a greenish-tinted pelt. Often believed he had rolled about in some moss or such, his original pelt color being a light silver color, but a green-tint came on. He has a dark gray on his inner ears, with a short coat, he doesn't have a long body, but a regular sized one, he's not a fat cat, but rather a skinny one. Under his coat, are deep-large muscles. Adding on, the male has a very long, pink tounge. That slips out of his mouth like a snakes, or a lizards, or a frog. Whichever you'd prefer it described as, he has sharp teeth, that glimmer slightly, his gums are a black color. He also has a heterochromia, which makes his eye's two diffrent colors. On his right eye, it's completly black, a very dark gray color actually, if you get close enough to look. But that's unlikely without him snapping at you, and growling. On his other eye, his left; his eye color appears to be a salmon hue of color. His ear's are slender, and fit just right on his short furred, rounded head. He doesn't have any sort of problems, besides his coat and it's greenish-tint. He has a long tail, that's aswell, like his body. Is short furred. To add on, he has a british-like voice.
My history, don't go poking around!
Well, for starters, he was born into BreezeClan, at about three moons, his fur already developing the greenish-tint on it. His Father began to teach him about the world, making him a cruel-hearted cat, like himself. The two went together in deep-sync, both of them hating every little thing that crossed their paths. It was unknown why his Father had ever even found a mate, or even liked the creature to what bore his Son. That always had been a mystery, soon; Malicekit, at the moment, began to use the other's kits at his own will, bending them to do what he wanted. Often getting the other kits in trouble, but that didn't mean he did not get in trouble at times. Most of all, Malicekit could not stand Medicine Cats. At all, under any circumstances. He hated them, finding them far to peaceful for his pleasure; for an unknown reason, he developed a fear of looking up into the sky. Making him quite more difficult to fight with, although this is a problem, when he play fought. He used his ears, and sniffed the air, developing a way to avoid looking up, how he hated it, how he feared it. It frightened him far more than anything else. Soon, his Father and Mother passed away in a fight, although Malicekit didn't feel anything for this, he shrugged it off carelessly, just rolling his eye's. He didn't care, they were just another object. Although, this has passed, he just became an Apprentice.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 7:00 pm
Owner: shadowrainx  . : About Me : . My name is Ivyflower .
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan .
I'm a she-cat , I should know.
I'm Twenty four moons .
I'm a Warrior .
My kin include Lilacheart(Mother), Tawnyspots(father), Bramblekit(Brother), Mosskit(Brother) All deceased .. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
• Family
• Staying quiet
• Making cats happy
My least favorite things...
• Having to make a decision
• Loud noises
• Having to disagree
And, my fears.
• Losing the respect of a friend
• Being betrayed
• Never being liked . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Ivyflower, by first introduction, is a shy she-cat. She is very timid, and nearly jumps out of her skin at loud sounds, making the apprentice's den as well as the Nursery very tiresome and troublesome for her. Despite her shy nature, this she-cat is very confident in herself and things she believes to be right. However, she is very cautious and wary of stating her opinion unless asked. She would much rather go with the flow than argue with another cat. Romance, at this point in her life, is very strained. She doesn't want to make a mistake that could cost her everything, but she has faith that whoever this tom is, he'll be perfect for her.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Your first impression of Ivyflower would be that of a light gray feline. If you looked a little closer, her white tabby markings would become visible. Between the tabby markings are darker gray flecks of fur, spread out all along her flanks. Her head has a medium-sized dark gray triangle shaped marking, on either side of this triangle is a smaller triangle of the same hue. Beneath these triangles are optics, pools of gray, the lightest shade of green occupy these sketched sockets. Between these eyes is a rounded triangle, dyed dark gray. Her paws are a darker shade of light gray, with pure white socks. However, on her front right paw is dipped in black. Her tail is light gray, though it's ringed with black, ending with a fully black tail-tip.
My history, don't go poking around!
Ivykit was born to Lilacheart and Tawnyspots along with her two littermates, Bramblekit and Mosskit. Her first memory is that of her parents naming her brothers and her. Two moons later, the she-kit opened her eyes, revealing two, grayish optics. She'd soon realize they were a duller shade of the moss that made up her nest.
Twenty moons earlier:
"Mamma?" Ivykit squeaked.
"Yes, Ivykit?" Lilacheart replied, licking her kit between the ears in affection.
"Where's Bramblekit and Mosskit?" Ivykit questioned, trying to squirm from her mother's tongue.
Lilacheart froze. "They're watching over us all in StarClan, dear," She whispered.
And so Ivykit learned of her brother's deaths.
Eighteen moons earlier:
"From this moment forward, this kit shall be known as Ivypaw. Goldentail, you have shown promise in the skills of mentoring, and you will be mentor to Ivypaw."
I'm an Apprentice! I've got to be the best apprentice ever, so I can show Mom and Dad how strong I am! I'll make them proud! I hope Bramblekit and Mosskit are getting their apprentices names too!
Ivypaw was made an Apprentice! She was a great Apprentice, keen to learning.
Fourteen moons earlier:
"Goldentail, has your Apprentice shown the skills necessary to becoming a Warrior?"
"She has."
"Then from this moment forward, this Apprentice shall be known as Ivyflower. StarClan honors her compassion and her loyalty, and we welcome her as a full Warrior of BreezeClan."
I'm a Warrior! I hope Mosskit and Bramblekit are Warriors too. I hope they're proud of me.
Four moons later
"I'm so proud--" Lilacheart rasped.
"We couldn't have asked for a better--" Tawnyspots managed to meow.
"Shhh," Ivyflower silenced her parents anxiously. "Don't speak, you heard what Dawnflower said," she repramanded them gently.
"It's our time to go, Ivyflower," Her mother finally got a full sentence in. Tawnyspots merely nodded in agreement, the pain of old age too much for him to bear.
"I love you," Ivyflower meowed, her voice shaky with emotion. "Say hi to Bramblekit and Mosskit for me," she whispered.
"We love you too," Her parents murmured, taking in a sharp inhale, and slowly let it out. This was their last breath.
And with that, her parents died. She knew that she would carry them with her wherever she went. Their deaths signified something of extreme importance for the she-cat. Without her parents to encourage her, she grew quieter, more timid than ever. She had no one of which to prove that she was the best. But her parents remained in her heart, always.
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Posted: Sat Feb 16, 2013 7:47 pm
Owner: Ember Robinwood . : About Me : . My name is Crunchbite.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 17 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include [open]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
*Hunting rabbits
*The moors
*Apprentices
My least favorite things...
*Nosy cats
*Other clans
*Twolegs
And, my fears.
*Dogs!!
*Deep water . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Crunchbite is a young warrior. He's laid back in camp, but is determined when it comes to hunting. He's loyal to his clan and despises cats who are (or he assumes to be) traitors. Crunchbite also takes poorly to being insulted or criticized. He's usually pleasant to be around, being patient with kits and apprentices. However, he's suspicious of strangers and extremely wary on hunting and border patrols, due to the fact he lost his tail after a hunting patrol incident.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Crunchbite is lean, tan cat with long legs. He has an angular face and long body. Black spots look to be spattered across his face, legs, and body, melting into bands on his half-lengthen tail. He has big bat-like ears. Crunchbite's underbelly and throat are a pale creamy-white. His amber eyes are almond shaped. He also has a black nose.
My history, don't go poking around!
Crunchbite was born into BreezeClan. His name wasn't originally "Crunchbite", but he believes his warrior name suits him. He apprenticed like every other clan cat, but at twelve moons his life changed quite suddenly. During the hunting assessment before he was to made a warrior, Crunchbite was hunting rabbits on the moor, unfortunately oblivious to everything except his prey. He had been closing in, charging the rabbit down, when his world was thrown upside down.
Crunchbite didn't know where it came from or how it happened, but a dog bore down on him. It's attack was viscous and brutal, but fast. He obtained serious injuries to his body, but the worst was when dog very nearly bit straight through his tail. It took a patrol of warriors to save him. He was stuck in the medicine cat's den, swimming between consciousness and unconsciousness. When he finally regained full awareness, he discovered half his tail had been removed, unable to be save the end of his tail that had nearly been bitten off by the dog.
Crunchbite was given his name, "Crunchbite", on request. His honorable mentor, Bittenear, was slain during his effort to protect Crunchbite alongside the other warriors in the patrol when they saved him. Crunchbite always wanted to be reminded of his mentor and chose a name with two variations of his mentor's root-name "Bitten".
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Posted: Sun Feb 17, 2013 5:48 pm
Owner: Winged Timberwolf . : About Me : . My name is Crystalpaw.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan).
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 6 moons.
I'm an apprentice.
My kin include Galestar (father), Frostclaw (mother), Billowingkit (brother) and Amitykit (sister) (triplet siblings), Whirlkit and Galekit (twin brothers), and Diamondkit (sister).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Serpentfang
-My parents
-Playing, fighting, and training
-Eating
My least favorite things...
-Hunting
-Darkness
-Not getting enough sleep
-Anyone who dislikes me
-Cats mistaking me for Billowingkit or Amitykit
And, my fears.
-the Dark Forest
-spirits from the Dark Forest
-the unknown . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Crystalpaw is eager and willing to serve her Clan, but she's pretty independent. As the daughter of Galestar, the current leader of BreezeClan, she feels entitled to be treated with respect. She's a bit of a snob and won't forget to mention her bloodline as a full-blooded Clan cat. Her parents are a bit disgruntled with her self-centered tendencies, but her heart is in the right place; she is extremely loyal to her Clan and her friends. If a cat can accept her selfish tendencies and befriend her, they'll find Crystalpaw to be a very loyal and trusting friend.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Crystalpaw is a tabby-siamese mix; she looks like a perfect blend of her mother and her father. Her eyes are a shocking pale blue. Soft gray tabby markings cover her nose, feet, and tail, and faint stripes rest on her back. Otherwise, her fur is a pale, creamy color. Her paws, tail, and ears are blackish brown. Her pawpads are pink, and her whiskers are white. Her body is skinny and lean, like her father. She is an exact replica of Amitykit and Billowingkit, and although she loves her siblings, she's very insecure about looking exactly like them and hates it when people get them confused.
My history, don't go poking around!
When Crystalpaw was born, she had endless energy bouncing around in her little body. As she is growing, she is becoming calmer. When she became Serpentfang's apprentice, she was ecstatic. Serpentfang was pretty much Galestar's adopted daughter (he even mentored her), and Crystalpaw considers her kin. Crystalpaw's a little bothered by the fact that Serpentfang is a rogue, and a wildcat at that. Whenever Serpentfang's around, she won't harp so much about Clan blood. She is most eager to face another cat in battle; she secretly hopes one day she'll get a battle scar that will mark her as Crystalpaw. That way, she won't be mistaken for her siblings. She's a natural fighter, but she is a very weak hunter and prefers border patrols to hunting patrols.
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