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. : About Me : .

My name is Tigerpaw ~ Tigerspirit.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm (age).
I'm a (ranking).
My kin include (kin).

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
(Likes, bullet form)

My least favorite things...
(Dislikes, bullet form)

And, my fears.
(Fears, bullet form)

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
(Personality, paragraph form. No less than 6 sentences)

It's what I am, like it or not.
(Appearance, paragraph form. At least 5 sentences)

My history, don't go poking around!
(Biography, paragraph form. At least 6 sentences)

. : About Me : .

My name is GreenPaw (GreenShine).
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 7 moons.
I'm an apprentice.
My kin include no one left alive.

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
ஐSwimming
ஐRunning
ஐHerbs

My least favorite things...
ஐBeing Alone
ஐDogs
ஐTwoleg Alarms (Sirens of any kind)

And, my fears.
ஐSleeping
ஐTwoleg webs (fishing nets)
ஐPhysical Incompetence


. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am rather rambunctious and always have a smile on my face. I hate to see others unhappy and will do my best to make everyone pleased, though I understand that's not possible. I've learned to hide it well, but I'm always scared of seeing my clanmates do something dangerous because of my past. I don't like others doing things for me because I feel like they don't owe me anything if I've helped them. Personally, I'd like to believe I'm wiser than my age leads me to be. Sometimes I can change moods drastically and go from brave to cowering in the simplest ways, though I always push myself to carry on even when I feel like I'm paralyzed with fear.

It's what I am, like it or not.
Well, I'm proud of my bright ginger colored pelt, despite it being strange for a SeaClan cat. I'm rather scrawny for my age I think, but I'm more agile on land than most SeaClan cats and my fur is always slicked against my skin. My eyes are envy green- and not just because everyone wants their eyes to be just as bright. When I was a newborn kit, my paws were bright white. Over the moons though they've dimmed to a very pale gray-blue color because I'm always in the water when I can be.

My history, don't go poking around!
I really don't like mentioning my history, though most of my clan already knows it. Shortly after my eyes opened, my nosy siblings had decided to venture out of the den- bad move. Not wanting them in trouble by my parents or any of the other warriors, I went out after them. I'll proudly say I saved their mouse-brained necks from falling into the water off the cliff-side. I was their hero, especially since no one had found out!
A few weeks later, they had decided they wanted to return the favor I'd done for them and go get me a piece of a rather brilliant shining stone as thanks. I...I was asleep when they left and well...They got caught in a web the twolegs put by the sea edge. One of our denmates admitted to knowing where they'd went and quickly, my mother and father went after them, along with my mother's brother. Upon my parent's return I had finally woken up to their depressed and solemn faces...Along with their tattered bodies. My father explained there was no saving my siblings and that they'd all died against the cliffs with the waves crushing their small bodies into the rocks. My uncle also died in trying to drag the web onto the wet rocks. My parents healed physically but my mother was in a state of sadness I'd never known and she died of a broken heart only a week later. Only half a moon before my apprenticeship began my father abandoned the clan and left to become a kittypet, too broken from my family's destruction. This left me to start my apprenticeship on my own and with no family at all. My tale is a tragic one and very recent in my life. But I refuse to let it weaken me as it did my mother and father.

Sorry for the long absence.



Two things: 1) Dragonfire's original name was dragon, she was given the warrior name of Dragonfire after joining the Clans. Technically, Phoenixice probably went through this too, and her original name should've been Phoenix.

2) Cats are not aware of the currency called "money" or its use as currency in the human world, so she should not know that the twolegs were using the arena as a way to make revenue. All that can be interpreted was that it was for their own entertainment.

Seeing as Phoenixice already exists in our records, all I need is to update her bio in the Profiles (right after you fix those things C: )



Accepted! I'll post him everywherr! Please don't forget to add him to your cat count in your MP (members profile) C:



Okay, Greenpaw's story is interesting but there are a few issues.

1) We really don't need any more cats who've abandoned the Clans. It's becoming too commonplace. You'll have to change that.
2) Twolegs don't put up nets on SeaClan territory. SeaClan purposefully avoids human areas because of the nets themselves, but there are none close enough to camp. They'd have to have wandered so far down the cliffs that they wouldn't be in SeaClan territory anymore before they found some nets.
3) If you want your character to be an orphan, you'll have to try and find a different way to explain her family's death. The past leafbare there was a terrible frost, so that's a place to start. SeaClan cats don't actually swim in the sea that often because of how turbulent it is; they mostly hunt and swim in the river. There might've been an accident in the Apprentice's Cove involving twoleg trash from twolegs wandering through (i.e. one of the cats get caught in debris that is stuck to a rock and when the tide came in they drowned).

Let me know what you think, and please change these things.



Whoa there! Hang on a sec, we already have a NightClan cat stepping up to be an apprentice! For the future, with higher positions, you always have to audition for them in our Auditioning Center subforum, and it's currently closed seeing as all our positions are filled.

Sorry if we weren't clear about this, but you'll definitely need to change his bio. sweatdrop



Aw a kit! How wonderful! :3 Well anyway, there's just one thing: how would the Clans know her father was attacked by foxes before the flood? There's no real way for them to find that out. In reality, the flood is what killed him so you should omit that. Thanks!

Out of curiosity, why is her name Hollowpaw? :0

I just marked out the name she has at the time I will fix both of the problems though. I also have another cat that needs approving on one page back.

. : About Me : .

My name is Flashgaze.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 38 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include No one in particular.

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
• A good fight now and then
• Seeing friendly faces occasionally
• Eating by myself
• Adventure
• Being healthy

My least favorite things...
• Nofurs
• Snotty cats
• Attention-seeking kittypets
• Lack of food
• Not being able to see

And, my fears.
• Being blind
• Fear of darkness

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
As a kit, I felt as fast as the swiftest warrior. My mother was normally kind to me, and often scolded me gently when I went out of the nursery when I was younger. As I grew up, many of the kits were already off to be apprentices, and treated as lesser. I felt disconnected from my clan kin, and kept to the nursery most of the time. I often went to the elders when my mother was resting. Hassling with them was funny, but sometimes, I took them seriously when they snapped at me. They told me stories of grand, ancient warriors and how amazing they were in their prime. One was especially told to me; a sandy warrior who kills in a lightning flash. It was a play of my name, so the elders told me. When some elders had passed away, I felt lonely again, but continued to hope to inherit the lightning fast warrior's title.

When I was finally apprenticed, I was to continue in group practices with hunting and fighting techniques. I made lots of the friends in the process, those who shunned my shenanigans when I was a few moons old. I became more happy, and enlightened to be with them. I never forgot about those elders, by the way, I always looked up at the stars at night looking for them. My fellow apprentices often called me Stargaze, nothing I was ashamed of. I was the one that often bragged, me getting most of the kills when I was on hunting patrols with them.

The warrior vigil was perhaps a life-changing event for me. During the cold leaf-bare night, the stars were there, gazing upon me, giving me comfort as the frost on my fur was snapping at me. I made some resolutions to keep myself at guard, to be the best as I can be, to be a loving mate should I find my other half, and to embrace Starclan when my time comes. The rest of the night was silent, and I supernaturally matured.

It's what I am, like it or not.
From ears to tail? I have perfectly made ears, and really bright sky-blue eyes, almost a lightning like color, with a delicate shade of blue in there. I have a well structured jawline, good for hunting and fighting; probably a benefit of not running around and falling so much in my time in the nursery. My face is mostly white, except the eyes, where it matches my pelt. Long, dark stripes run through my fur in near mesmerizing alignment. The front legs are only slightly smaller than my back legs, making it more easier for me to run. My entire physical appearance is medium-sized, not too small, not too prodigious.

My history, don't go poking around!
My whole life frist began for me when I first opened my eyes, all I could see is distinct shapes with a white background. I closed my eyes and there I was, with my mother, drinking her milk. I blinked my eyes and saw myself talking with older, more developed kits. I normally asked for them to go on an adventure, with the same, normal declination. My introversion of loneliness was probably when a giant bird attacked and nearly got me, if it wasn't for a couple of warriors to my rescue to ward off the bird. I ran to the nursery and kept on. I darted to my mother and curled up to her. The rest was a blur to me. I felt strongly affected by it and up until my apprentice ceremony.

The first moon, I wasn't very quite open to the other apprentices, only paying attention to the mentor's advice and teachings. When Newleaf had arrived; the second moon, we were in the more advanced techniques on how to pin different cats of various sizes. I was the first to go against Glazepaw, one of my fellow apprentice clanmates. She was bigger than me by a little then. It took me what felt like seasons, and before she binded under her, I slipped away and somehow managed to pin her. She was the first of my group to be my friend. I eventually gained trust in all my age group. We shared tongues, always tried to be in the same patrols, held contests on how many fresh-kill we get, and always protected each other in a scuffle. One cold leaf-bare had came and we got the news. I had Flashgaze, Glazepaw turned into Glazesun, and the others were named. The night was cold, and the forest was dead silent. We were silent. I could hear the others moving a bit. I was still as a stone. Unusual, I was warm, and I felt the brushes of other cats. When I broke off looking at the stars, to see what was the sensation, it had stopped. I pondered the rest of the night what was happening. During the night, brushes of ferns crackling made me wide awake. We heard two badgers moving. I was the fastest, and ran to the cat guarding the entrance to the camp for badgers. In the distance, yowls were called, and I came straight back. The badgers were retreating, but only to my distraught, Glazesun was lost to me. We returned to camp by dawn, gently carrying her body. A few select and others mourned for her until it was time for her to be buried. I continued to move on, but it was tough. She felt like my other half, who could have possibly been my mate. A few seasons passed and to this day, sometimes I'd wake up and look at the stars, feeling a warm omnipresence right besides me..

. : 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.