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 Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 2:15 am
((I am so excited to play AmberI think she is the best character I have made so far.))  . : About Me : . My name is Amber.
I'm a proud member of Loner so no clan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 23 moons.
I'm a loner.
My kin include no one worth mentioning. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> Being alone
> Kits
> The Night Sky
> Butterflies
> Horses
> Fences
> Trees
> Sleeping
> Hunting
My least favorite things...
> NightClan
> Two-legs
> Mouse-Brains
> Foxes
> Rotten Food
> Rouges
> Rude Cats
> Annoying Kits
> The Mornings
> Death
> Water
And, my fears.
> Death
> Sickness
> Attacks
> Warriors for Clans . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Amber is a very social depraved animal who chooses to be away from ones who love her. Amber never really goes around the NightClan were she used to live, but choose to leave only because it hurts to look. She has a broken heart that no one has been able to heal just yet. Amber is a very lazy cat as well, she loves to sleep on the fences of the horse pens were she enjoys to watch horses running. This she-cat is a very kind natured animal even though she never shows it. She has swung her claws at some NightClan warriors whether have tried to get her to come back, but even they know she is a very kind female.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Amber is a black and white long haired cat. She has a tuxedo front and black on half of her chin. She also has a black streak on her nose. Both of Amber's ears are black and her eyes are covered in black. She has dark auburn eyes that sometimes turn darker, but only when she is angry. Amber's back is also speckled with white dots all down to her tail. She has a puffy fox like tail that is black except for about an inch of the tip.
My history, don't go poking around!
Amber was a very strange cat from the day she was born on. The first snow day of winter. The she-cat was the runt of the litter and picked on by all her brothers and sisters. Amber was born into the NightClan and was proud of it. She was the daughter of two great warriors and had it in her blood.
Amber practice to become stronger than all her brothers and sisters, but failed to become an apprentice before them. It took three more moons after all her brothers and sisters became apprentices for her to become one herself. The young apprentice trained as hard as she could, but wasn't good at hunting, fighting, or even her responsibilities. Her mother and father thought she was hopeless and would never amount to anything. No one knew that Amber would save an elder from drowning the very next moon.
Amber was so proud of herself that she actually did something right for a change. When she became a warrior she we known as Amberclaw and held the name with great pride. Soon after though she fell in love and became pregnant with her four kits. No one knew until much later though and she gave birth to three still born kits. The last kit looked as healthy as could be, still it wasnt doing good.
Amber became depressed when the medicine cat told her that her only kit left died three days later. She was devastated that nun of her kits lasted and that she could probably never have kits again. After many moons of mopping around Amber just walked out of the clan. When she didn't show up for three days the clan got worried about her and went searching for her. They found her laying by a dead tree and walked to her. When they tried talking to Amber she pounced on one of the warriors and scratched his face. She had chosen to leave the clan and has been living a good life since.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 6:03 am
Sky, did you get permission from Leo, Hundred, or Timber? I'm asking since we've been closed to Rouges and Loners for a while. I don't think we are accepting any at the time, especially a cat named "Autumn". Cat's don't know what it is... Sorry if you were looking forward to this cat, but please get permission first before going along these lines on making a cat, if you haven't gotten permission already.
Also, please refrain from using Two-leg terms, such as "girl", cats don't know what "girls" are. I hope you don't take this the wrong way though, I'm just trying to help.
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 8:53 am
Thanks Neko for taking care of this! And Sky, Neko does have good points. Do you plan on having this cat re-enter the Clan, or just wander as a rogue? We are accepted rogues FOR NOW, but we will take away that privilege if we get too many rogues.
And as Neko pointed out, cats don't know what autumn is. I've made the same mistake, and so have other members. Autumn to them is leaf-fall. You could use Amber-, or Sand-, or Tawny-. Those would be words cats would use.
And one last thing- her eyes. Her eyes seem fine, but they cannot change color depending on her mood. That just physically isn't possible. However, you may say that her eyes darken when she gets angry, because that is common. Her eyes just can't change color.
Other than this, it looks good. Just fix those couple things and you should be good. ^^
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 12:44 pm
Leopardstreak Thanks Neko for taking care of this! And Sky, Neko does have good points. Do you plan on having this cat re-enter the Clan, or just wander as a rogue? We are accepted rogues FOR NOW, but we will take away that privilege if we get too many rogues.
And as Neko pointed out, cats don't know what autumn is. I've made the same mistake, and so have other members. Autumn to them is leaf-fall. You could use Amber-, or Sand-, or Tawny-. Those would be words cats would use.
And one last thing- her eyes. Her eyes seem fine, but they cannot change color depending on her mood. That just physically isn't possible. However, you may say that her eyes darken when she gets angry, because that is common. Her eyes just can't change color.
Other than this, it looks good. Just fix those couple things and you should be good. ^^ um she can eventually join back and i will change thoughs things oh and i posted another profile last bight her name is sunleaf
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 1:23 pm
I'm sorry to say, but Sunleaf is very, very off. I don't think BreezeClan is recruiting, next. Next, her eye's can't be 'Neon' I made that mistake, and fixed it, also. A cat's eye's can't be blue, and glow 'yellow' in the dark, that seems physically impossible. Also, you used the word 'girl' in it again, like Neko said. Cat's don't know what girls technically are. You should use words like 'Female, fae, she-cat' words like those. As for the History, it seems a bit impossible. Considering the fresh-kill pile is in camp, and kittens wouldn't be able to move that fast into a twoleg's area. Especially three week old kittens. Although, I could be wrong, i'll let Leo and Timber handle that.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 7:59 am
Okay, well, you need to change Autumn's profile before I can approve her. Also, I cannot see Sunleaf's profile... So I don't entirely know what is going on, which is one thing I absolutely HATE, because I am the guild captain.
Please familiarize yourself with the rules again, because as a good WTNC member, I am sure you read them, right?Thistle, while I do appreciate what you are doing, I must ask you not to do that. You aren't a moderator- only the crew are. I know you were trying to help, but please leave the profile critiquing to me and the other mods. Thanks! ^^
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:00 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Darkkit.
I am a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 4 moons.
I am a kit.
My kin include Mother (Dead), Father (Dead).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Quiet
~Darkness
~Rain
My least favorite things...
~Annoying Cats
~Monsters (Cars)
~Strongly feminine she-cats
And, my fears.
~Thunder . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Darkkit has so far become aware of his surroundings. He is a quiet kitten who rarely speaks. He opened his eyes approximately a month ago. The kit tends to like to keep to himself rather than with others. The kit also has a strong sense of empathy towards anyone he does speak to. The rest of his personality is to be revealed as time progresses.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Darkkit is a tiny jet black kitten. His Icy blue eyes are alluring and quite strange. There is a small scar on his lower left leg. The reason for him having that scar is unknown. His hearing and eyesight are quite sharp.
My history, don't go poking around!
The only thing Darkkit knows about his past for sure, is that his father and mother are dead. However, he has no idea of where their bodies are or how they died. He was simply born into the clan and was raised there. Thus far, he has no "friends". Although he considers the other kittens in the nursery as siblings, he feels the need to separate from them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:08 am
Gray Stripe09 . : About Me : . My name is Darkkit.
I am a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 4 moons.
I am a kit.
My kin include Mother (Dead), Father (Dead).. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Quiet
~Darkness
~Rain
My least favorite things...
~Annoying Cats
~Monsters (Cars)
~Girly-Girl Cats
And, my fears.
~Thunder . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Darkkit has so far become aware of his surroundings. He is a quiet kitten who rarely speaks. He opened his eyes approximately a month ago. The rest of his personality is to be revealed as time progresses.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Darkkit is a tiny jet black kitten. His Icy blue eyes are alluring and quite strange. There is a small scar on his lower left leg. His hearing and eyesight are quite sharp.
My history, don't go poking around!
The only thing Darkkit knows about his past for sure, is that his father and mother are dead. However, he has no idea of where their bodies are or how they died. He was simply born into the clan and was raised there.
- Your term "girly girl" isn't acceptable. Only because when cats are referred to as females, it's known as she-cats whereas girl is too humane for them. Can you please alter that and just be careful ^ ^
- For the personality, appearance and bio sections, your short of sentences. It states that the minimum amount of sentences are six (For personality and bio) and five (for looks). Please fix.
Once you finish correcting these mistakes, then I'll accept it smile
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 11:23 am
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 2:35 pm
**IF accepted, I will post once Pebbleheart is demoted/deceased . : About Me : . My name is Passionflood.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 22 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Braveblood (Father, deceased), Gracepelt (Mother, deceased. Looks just like Passionflood but with a tinted orange fur), Loyalsteps (Brother, missing). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Teasing
- Manipulating the minds of her enemy, whether they carry the same scent or not
- Maturity but not too much of it
- The truth
- Kind and respectful cats
- Socially interacting with others
- Hunting
- Her home, BreezeClan
- Kits
- Caring for queens, elders, and her clan
- New Leaf
- Strong independence and will-power
My least favorite things...
- Lies
- Petty and common romance
- Showing too much emotions
- Nosy and obnoxious toms/she-cats
- Gossip
- The cold or strong winds
- Her weak appetite
And, my fears.
- Finding herself hopelessly falling in love . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Just like many individuals in her clan, Passionflood is kind-hearted and caring to those she admires. Every morning, she will visit the elders to aid their needs and listen to their wild stories. Some queens, in desperate times, will ask her to watch over the kits while they are absent. Without hesitation, she happily does so. And with her pure instincts, she always listens to her leader without any judgement.
Although she seems like the care-giving she-cat, Passionflood has her dark side. The stinging moments of her past incidents has caused her to occasionally stay distant from the toms with distasteful yet boring personalities. Even seeing the typical mates sharing those tender moments sickens the she-cat. However torwards the admirable toms, it'll take the she-cat some time before bonding with them. Romance is isolated in the back of her mind.
Passionflood, however, is very skillful at hiding her emotions. She will even respond sweetly to those she absolutely hates. It's hard for her to handle such a skill, but she bottles all her stress and despair inside of her mind, not telling a single emotional outbreak to any of her clan mates. When it comes to the toms that betrayed or simply offended her, she will take matters to her own paws and manipulate them with her sly intelligence and looks. The payback can be simple or cunning, it's all up to her.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Passionflood is a marbled, tabby she-cat. Her fur contains that glistening silver shade and has a smooth texture, from her regular morning grooms. However unlike most tabbies, her black markings are formed into unique shapes rather than sharp stripes. Due to her weak appetite, Passionflood's body is slender enough to swerve through most complicating obstacles. Her large gaze holds a vibrant shade of dull green, but slightly tinted with brown. She is known to carry her mother's pure and enchanting beauty, but she takes advantage of that.
My history, don't go poking around!
Born and raised in BreezeClan. However unlike most kits following their parent's pawsteps, Passionkit was forced to render her own dreams and follow strict expectations. Never was there a day when her mother would constantly correct her posture. It was hard to satisfy that she-cat.
"You want to play moss-ball with your little friends over there?" Gracepelt would retort in her elegant yet judging tone, quickly glancing at the bundle of kits awaiting for their companion. "I swear Passionkit, where is your sense of manners and respect? How disgusting."
The small kit erased the glowing smile from her face and flattened her ears. She turned around to give her friends a pained gaze, but they were gone. They probably predicted the answers...and they were correct.
Many queens tried to reason with Gracepelt and attempted to get Passionkit to act her natural age. However the stubborn queen denied their offer, insulting their kit's informal acts and showed off Passionkit's impressive manners. In the end, they gave up and stormed off with anger.
Passionflood was taught to act like her mother, and was shunned from most cats as they did with Gracepelt. It made her question her mother's method of raising an offspring. Even her warrior's ceremony was a disappointment to her only guardian. With fluttering and proud feelings, she descended from the high rock and approached her mother, hoping she would feel the same. But instead, she sneered down at her daughter with a disappointed gaze.
"Your new name is Passionflood? Do they have any appetizing taste in names?!" she would complain.
One day, Passionflood and Gracepelt were sitting near the camp clearing. She always thought about her father and why he was deceased.
"Mother, how was--"
"Mother? How do you address me young she-cat?" she snapped.
"Gracepelt, what was..er..Braveblood like?" she corrected, still finding it strange by calling her guardians by their full names.
"Ah, your father. Always trying to impress me with his petty jokes and immature behaviour. I don't know why others thought he was a good tom, his laugh was too hardy and his fur was always matted from battle. He was a disappointment, but when I found out I was having you, then I had no choice but to take care of you, now didn't I?" Gracepelt explained with a slight obnoxious tone, offending her daughter deeply.
The following day, Passionflood was told to meet a new tom. Her mother introduced her to a muscular, black warrior named Shadowfur. The tom was attracted to her natural looks, just like Gracepelt wanted. Although he was the tom most she-cats would try to aim for, he wasn't something Passionflood expected to gain as a future and everlasting mate. Even when she was forced to pair with him, in order to please her mother, he would constantly pick at little kits, show off his strength and obnoxiously rant about the kindest cats. Passionflood was disgusted to be by his side and wished her father would still be alive to support her debate.
One day, her leader gathered a group of cats for a hunting patrol. Passionflood, along with Shadowfur, were called to take part of this small trip. All cats gathered and awaited for Shadowfur to join them. But, he was no where to be seen. Passionflood tried to speed things up and searched for her mate before the others grew impatient. She checked around the dens but still with no luck. Without wasting another minute, they left for their hunt.
Passionflood eventually departed from the group to hunt on her own. It was easier to catch a mouse independently. She picked up a scent up far, but it wasn't a mouse nor a bird. What was it? Following the scent, she heard some rustles near a bush. Passionflood crept closer to the small wall of plant and to her surprise, saw Shadowfur...with another she-cat.
"I love you," he said.
"As do I,"
Indeed, what a disgusting surprise. But unlike most she-cats, Passionflood didn't take this as a disastrous turn of events. Instead, she saw it as an opportunity to break the hearts of two cats who aren't meant to find true love. The corruption of a pointless and meaningless relationship. She knew her mother would disapprove of her behaviour, but she had enough of everything. No more following orders, she needs to satisfy her angered craving.
The following morning was a noisy one indeed. Many watched intently as the scene went on and on. Shadowfur, with a frantic look, rushed out of the warriors den followed by a mob of angry she-cats.
"How could you?!"
"You disgusting foxdung!"
"Live with the snakes!"
He tried to explain hopelessly but had no luck. His eyes then drew up to a she-cat watching from a distance. Passionflood locked her menacing gaze with his, purposely showing off her cunning grin and watching with amusement. The tom looked angered and bewildered, but watched as she left to finish her usual deeds.
Passionflood, after that day, dealt with everything in her own manner. Her mother died of white cough but didn't have many guests at her burial. Of course the she-cat felt pang torwards her mother's death; but finally she was granted with freedom from the great StarClan itself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 21, 2012 8:26 pm
((If anyone can say where the inspiration for him came from, I will squeal with joy and glomp you until you choke :3
Oh and if the pic is humongous, that's because photobucket is acting up and it'll be alright in a bit.)) . : About Me : . I have never required a name. (Will be named Sky by Seaclan when introduced, and Skydescent when he has earned his warrior rank).
I don’t understand what a clan is. (Rogue, will join Seaclan).
I'm a tom, why are you asking?
I'm 24 moons (2 years).
I'm a rogue, but will wander into Seaclan territory.
My kin include no one that I know of. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
+ Wood pidgeons
+ Mice
+ Watching the clouds
+ Watching other cats (unknowingly like a creeper)
+ Observing the clan cats and their strange ways (again, unknowingly like a creeper)
+ Watching bees
My least favorite things...
- Cats making fun of him (although he’s usually clueless about it)
- Fish, they are scaly and slimy creatures and he doesn’t understand how it is food
- Messiness
- Mud
- Getting his fur dirty, the feeling is unpleasant
And, my fears.
// She-cats
// She-cats touching him
// Sharing tongues, it’s a very strange habit that clan cats seem to have
// Wasps
// Water . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Skydescent typically displays very little emotion and always exhibits a somber disposition. He can often be seen observing others with a confused expression on his face, puzzled about the strange ways of clan cats. Since he grew up without the company of any other cats, he does not understand the gestures and interactions of one cat to another. Since he is not from Seaclan, he does not understand clan-speak, and when someone says a word he does not understand, he will gaze at them with a very puzzled expression. Due to his naive curiosity, he has no regard for personal space and will sometimes unknowingly invade another cat’s comfort zone, probably earning an angry swipe to his face. When he observes others, it is as if he is inspecting some new species of life form.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Skydescent is a short-haired tom, with reddish-brown hair all over his body. If you were to look closely, you would see strands of black hair scattered densely all over his body - he is what humans call a ticked tabby. His muzzle and underbelly are light brown, whereas his back has a darker shade. His most distinctive features are his piercing blue eyes, and when he stares at someone it would feel as if he was staring right through them into their soul. Often his blue eyes hold either a puzzled, curious gaze or simply a solemn and gloomy expression. His body is lithe and muscular from a lifetime of fighting off rats, and trained to react quickly instead of relying on brute strength. He knows how to hunt mice, but does not know how to swim or fish.
My history, don't go poking around!
Skydescent was born as a stray in the Horseplace in Breezeclan. He was the only kitten in the litter, and was the result of an unwanted mating, hence his mother never really cared for him. Since he was the only kit, she didn’t bother giving him a name, and merely saw to it that he was fed and healthy. The kit would be left alone for half a day, and when his mother returned he would suckle, then she would leave again. When he reached a month old, right when he was weaned off milk, his mother suddenly vanished. He never knew what happened to her, all he knew was that she left and never came back.
The kit mewled and cried for his mother, but when she didn’t return for two whole days, he wandered around the barn in search for food. Since he was just a month-old kitten, he didn’t know what was edible or not, so he tried nibbling on the straw and hay meant for horses. He gave up when he failed to even chew through his first strand of straw, and stumbled off in search for other sources of food. To his immense luck, a raven had left a half-eaten rat at the top of the barn, still half-fresh and not yet festered with maggots. With great difficulty the kit managed to climb through stacks of straw to the rat, and proceeded to feast upon the great find, not having eaten for two whole days.
Knowing that to survive he needed to know how to hunt for his own food, the kit taught himself how to catch mice in the barn. Food for mice and rats were plentiful in amongst the bales of straw and hay, and it was a miracle that the kit was not picked off by a rat or crow. He defended himself against rats larger than himself, and as he grew he began to hunt for larger and larger mice, until he was hunting rats almost his own size for food. It was nothing short of a miracle that the little abandoned kit survived, but he did. The humans who owned the barn took no notice of the cat who had taken up residence in the barn, and were even glad to have a ratter at their hands.
When the most recent flash flood hit, the nameless cat had been tussling with a raven outside the barn, who just happened to have stolen his rat. Suddenly, he felt himself being swept off his paws by a strong wave of flood water, carrying him half-drowning and half-splutterig into Seaclan lands. The lake had overflowed and its strong currents had swept him away and dumped him into some strange foreign land that was “Seaclan”.
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