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 Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 11:20 pm
I FOUND IT. 8D pg. 35. Don't think it ever got accepted. ^^ Timecraze  . : About Me : . My name is Fawnkit.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm five moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include Ripple-eye and Brambleface [both deceased]. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- warmth
- playing
- friendship
- having fun
- butterflies
- sleeping
- watching ceremonies
- dreams
My least favorite things...
- the cold
- being alone
- being teased
- bees
- pain
- being ignored
- thunder
- storms
And, my fears.
- fire
- death . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Well, for starters, I'm a friendly and social cat. I like to be around others and enjoy their company. I don't like to upset anyone, so I always try and be pleasant with them. I love having friends! I hold my loved ones above everything else, since I feel they're the most important things to me.
I'm undyingly loyal to those I trust and would do anything for them. A little dangerous, I guess, if they're trying to trick me but I'm also a bit naive. I'm the cat who would believe almost anything. I might learn better when I'm older.
Despite being social, I'm not a very energetic cat. I like to keep it calm and quiet. I don't like to get riled up. I might get excited every once in a while, but it's not a constant thing. I'm patient, which would help in my "quest" to please others. I don't like being the center of attention, but knowing that I get along with as many cats as I can is always a good feeling.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Let's start with my fur -- most of it is a tan, sort of beige, color. My fur is a medium length, though my tail is a little more fluffy. Though, my legs, tail, ears and pretty much my entire face are dark brown. I'm still small, since I'm a kit, but I'll grow! My eyes are large and a pretty shade of topaz blue. Others say they're my mother's eyes.
My history, don't go poking around!
Well, I haven't lived very long but I can mention what's happened in my life so far. For starters, I was born. I don't have any littermates though -- I was the only kit born to Ripple-eye and Brambleface. Because of that, I was their most favorite thing ever. But it was short lived. Not late after, the Clan experienced a period of turmoil: the floods. My parents were some of the few cats to drown, which left me an orphaned kit. Of course the other queens helped take care of me, but it wasn't the same.
Now I'm just looking foward to being apprentinced. Though, I wish my parents could be there with me when the time comes.
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:15 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 12, 2013 12:46 pm
Timecraze I FOUND IT. 8D pg. 35. Don't think it ever got accepted. ^^
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Posted: Wed Aug 07, 2013 12:26 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Sandpaw (SandBlizzard).
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons.
I'm a apprentice.
My kin include Thormist (uncle). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
> Butterflies
> Sunrises
> rabbits
> training
> rain
> Cedarbranch & Oakbranch they're pretty funny
> And a lot more, of course.
My least favorite things...
> Admitting defeat
> twolegs
> dogs
> badgers
> swamps
And, my fears.
* Drowning
* ravens
* skunks
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
SandBlizzard is a calm female with a nonchalant look on everything. That sometimes causes her to fall back in her training more then meaning to. She always wants to make sure everything is fair. -Well that how she would describe herself, but in reality she is sometimes calm when she wants to. And she is pretty laid back and gentle with her words. Even when she angry or frustrated with something or someone, she would normally never raise her voice to anyone. Some also think she is very funny, because she knows how to make some of her clanmates laugh. Even though she knows she could tell her friends anything, she still doesn't feel able to tell any secrets she possess.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Sandblizzard is a tall and skinny she-cat. With a pelt that is three shades of brown and black flecks between her long ears, she could blind well in dark sand and undergrowth. She has golden eyes and a sandy brown muzzle and a fluffy paws that nearly match that color. The length of her tail and the length of her right hind leg is blended fur between black and brown.
My history, don't go poking around!
Well, I guess I should start a little bit before she was born. Her parents were loving mates, always thinking of others before themselves. This she-cat's father, Hazelthorn, was a large tom with the same pelt as Sand. But instead, he had aqua blue eyes and a midnight black nose. Her mother, Ivory, was born and raised as a loner. She had longer hair then he did, she was mostly a tabby cat with golden eyes and a pink-ish nose.
They had met along the lake when Hazelthorn was on patrol, it was a cloudless day and there was a slight breeze in the air. At that time of morning she was either running from angry foxes who she occasionally stole from or from mouse-brained dogs who would do anything or the twolegs. This time, it was the dogs. She had gotten too close to one of the twoleg nests and nearly got her tail torn off. Ivory had ran and ran until she got in a corner, were she couldn't run anymore. Hazelthorn went to the rescue with the rest of his patrol and drove the dogs away. After that they met on opposite sides of the lake for a while, till he offered her to join his clan. Several moons later, they have became mates and were know by a lot because of what they do. After some time and a bit of excitement, SandBlizzard was born. They were a very happy family until her parents were sent to go on a hunting patrol and never came back. Only her father's brother (Thornmist)came back and took care of her ever since then, and she tells him everything.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- . : About Me : . My name is Thornmist.
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 SandBlizzard . . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
* The forest
* chatting with clanmates
* listening to SandBlizzard's day
* Leading hunting patrols
My least favorite things...
* Rainy days
* Scolding kits
* Taking tart medicine
* Fighting in generally
And, my fears.
* Losing his brother's kit
* Illnesses
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Ever since the death of his brother and sister-in-law he's always took caring for his niece seriously. He's protective and loyal with a warm, kind heart. He is very thoughtful and respectful. And the reasons why he probably never thought of having a mate himself was he thought he always had his mind always on the clan and keeping his family safe.
It's what I am, like it or not.
He is a large tom like his brother but he has gray fur with black and brown stripes that run all over his pelt. His paws, ears and underbelly is mostly gray. He has a strong build, long straight fur and brown-ish yellow eyes that seek of wonder. Thornmist also has long slender legs and a brown nose.
My history, don't go poking around!
This tom was a the oldest male of his litter which was about four. Two males and the others females. When they got older, they ran away from the clans for some reason. Some say that they had met their fate and are now running with starclan now, but he refuses to believe that they aren't strong she-cats now, with families of their own now. Thornmist didn't care for any kits when he was beginning as a warrior until his sibling was killed in a fight by one of the borders.
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Posted: Thu Aug 08, 2013 12:13 pm
Hello! Sorry if this acceptance is a little bit late, but I just finished reading over your profiles and find them great! But there are a few concerns. SandBlizzard - If she were to be an apprentice, then 18 moons would be a bit too old. If you REALLY want her to be 18 moons, then that would imply that SandBlizzard is having troubles with her training and skills as a warrior. - Also if she were an apprentice, then her name would be Sandpaw. Sandblizzard would come when she becomes a warrior: So we have to know which rank you want to assign her? - I've also noticed you didn't give her any fears. Not to sound so a**l about these things, but it'd be great if you can give her at least a few fears. - Lastly in your bio, you mentioned how her father ASKED Ivory to join his clan. The thing is, that is decided by the leader, not a common warrior (Your StormClan leader is Silverstar). And chances are, clans do not trust any rogues or loners that easily. I'm really sorry for being so strict about these things but we're really keeping these roleplays realistic as possible. *Don't worry, I've made the same mistakes in my profiles, even worse ^ ^* Thornmist -I love Thornmist! I especially love how you added that he is willing to prevent himself from finding a mate in order to keep his attention on his niece, that is sweet. - The only thing I have to say about Thornmist is that we don't really use the terms 'niece' or 'cousins.' But uncle SHOULD be fine. It's mainly because cats aren't really aware of those branches of their family tree.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2014 6:07 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Dangerseer.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Skystalker (mother; deceased) and Proudheart (father; deceased), Cloudeyes (brother; missing/presumed dead), Rainstorm (mate), Lostpaw (son), Lotuspaw (daughter). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Rainstorm
~ Lostpaw
~ Lotuspaw
~ Fishing
~ Going on patrol
~ Kits
My least favorite things...
~ Floods
~ Kits misbehaving
~ Battle
~ Squirrels
~ Foxes
~ Being alone
And, my fears.
~ Something happening to Lostpaw and Lotuspaw
~ Not being able to take care of her kits
~ Being hated by her kits
~ Lostpaw not being able to become a warrior
~ Foxes
~ Floods . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Dangerseer is calm and level headed. She's renowned for keeping calm when something serious happens and approaching situations with logic. She's not known for having a temper, but is a mother and watches over kits, but she also believes in independence. Dangerseer tries to bite off more than she can chew and finds herself in over her head sometimes. She's a strong warrior and doesn't like it when other warriors try to help her with things. She may be logical, but she's fiercely independent and doesn't like admitting when she's wrong. She is, however, very loving of her kits and mate, even if it is from a distance. She always wants her kits to know that they can come to her for anything, but she also wants them to try and find solutions to problems on their own. Dangerseer, as her name suggests, sees danger in situations and tries to protect others from what she perceives, often without telling them, and tries to handle it on her own. Because of her awareness of danger, Dangerseer is wary, but no wholly unfriendly.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Dangerseer is a pale grey she-cat with a lighter grey chest. She has light green eyes that are always watchful, but don't reveal what she's thinking. Her muzzle is tinged with white, though, not from age. She's not a small cat, nor is she compact, but she's not quite medium sized. She resembles her son Lostpaw with the short fur and long tail, but that's where the similarities end. Dnagerseer's long tail had faintly darker grey markings. Her face is pleasantly shaped along with the rest of her body.
My history, don't go poking around!
Dangerseer and her brother Cloudeyes were born into SeaClan as many clan cats are. They were close as kits, but Dangerseer was far more independent than her brother and they grew apart with the moons. Cloudeyes preferred listening to the elder's stories and learning about StarClan while Dangerseer wanted nothing more than to be a warrior. Cloudeyes developed a great reverence for StarClan while his sister had little thought for them.
The two were apprenticed as most clan cats are, but they followed vastly different paths. Dangerseer trained to fulfill her aspirations of being a great warrior while her brother trained to be a warrior as well, but turned his ears always to the medicine cats, the stars, and even the sea. He was fascinated in his own quiet way about things beyond the clans and beyond life itself. Dangerseer thought little of Cloudeyes' wondering.
Dangerseer and Cloudeyes became warriors together, but on the night of their vigil, Cloudeyes rose without a word and wandered from the camp as though in a trance. Dangerseer, trying to tell her brother to stop, chased after him. She followed him all the way to the sheer cliffs over looking the sea where she found him staring at the crescent moon hanging in the black sky over the sea. Dangerseer approached him warily (and a little bit afraid) when he turned to look at her with more focus than his eyes had ever had, ion fact it was as though his blue eyes were on fire. He said nothing simply turned back to the sea. A cloud passed in front of the moon and darkness fell over everything. When the cloud rolled away and white light of the moon shone again, Cloudeyes was gone. Dangerseer couldn't track his scent and ran back to camp, unsure of what to do. For the first time in her life, Dangerseer felt lost and unsure. She went to the leader and woke them, saying her brother had saw something and left camp to investigate and hadn't returned. A search patrol was sent out and there was no sign of him. Since them Dangerseer worked twice as hard to be a warrior loyal to the warrior code.
Only a few moons later when Dangerseer was fifteen moons, still a young warrior, heave rains fell and the river flooded. Her parents, Skystalker and Proudheart, were out on patrol when Skystalker fell in, Proudheart leaped in to save her. Tragically, neither of them made it. They both drowned and their bodies were found washed up father down river. Dangerseer saw heartbroken. In three moons she'd lost her brother and bother her parents. It was a single moon later that she was wandering through the territory in a stupor that she came across a fox. It had a warrior cornered and wounded, it longed at him with fangs bared, intent on killing. Dangerseer leaped into action, unable to bear another death and managed to fight the fox off on her own. As it turned out, the injured warrior was Rainstorm. He'd been hunting when he'd been jumped by the fox. Dangerseer helped him back to camp and to the medicine cat's den.
For fear of the grievous wounds that Rainstorm bore, Dangerseer went back to see him every day. The two formed a friendship that grew into love and the two became mates.
Six moons ago Dangerseer and Rainstorm had two kits. Dangerseer was overjoyed at the prospect, but was shocked on the day the kits were born. She looked down at the two and felt as though she were drowning. The she-kit looked like Rainstorm, ginger and white, but the tiny tom looked disconcertingly like Cloudeyes. Cloudeyes had been white with bright blue eyes. The kit before her, she would learn when he opened his eyes had one bright golden eyes and one bright blue eye. Dangerseer had looked down at the tom kit and seen the brother she'd lost. Lostkit she named him. Little did she know the partial-deafness he carried or the fears she would bare for his future.
Dangerseer raised the kits with love and a firmness. She always encouraged them to be independent and strong, but secretly she feared for them as all mothers do. Recently they were apprenticed, much to Dangerseer's joy, and she's been able to return to her warrior duties.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 10:39 am
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Posted: Wed May 28, 2014 2:28 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 15, 2014 10:53 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Cloudeyes.
I'm a proud member of Formerly of SeaClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons.
I'm a Loner.
My kin include Skystalker (mother; deceased), Proudheart (father; deceased), Dangerseer (sister), Lostpaw (nephew), Lotuspaw (niece). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Cloudless Nights
~Stars
~The Moon
~StarClan
~Thinking
~Being Alone
~The Ocean
My least favorite things...
~Other Cats
~Foxes
~Badgers
~Fellow Loners and Rogues
And, my fears.
~Losing Touch with StarClan
~Complete Darkness . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I, Cloudeyes, would be considered a distant cat. I am always in my own thoughts, figuring and working through what StarClan, what life and death, what the world means. I care little about anything except my musings. I am reclusive and am, or at least was, thought to drift through life in a haze, but it's not so. I am very intense when I'm thinking about things that I care about. I am very focused when it comes to StarClan, spirits, life, even death. I have to know and understand how these influence our lives. When I was younger I thought I should be a Medicine Cat, but that wouldn't have answered my questions.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am pure white tom with pale blue eyes. I'm lean and thin sleek white fur, long legs, and a long tail. My face is angular and my ears sharp. My eyes are slightly narrower than most. I often have a glazed look about me because I'm so absorbed in my thoughts. I was often said to be unfocused and look dazed when I was younger. My eyes are very pale, almost like chips of ice, especially when I become focused and zero in on something. I'm not a large cat, nor a small cat, I am not dainty or delicate, I am angular from my face to my ears, to the way I move. My sister thinks than my young nephew looks like me, though, I don't even know he exists.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born twenty-seven moons ago, though, I don't track the moons any more. I was a kit, like any other, with a mother, a father, and a sister. My sister was playful and outgoing, fiercely independent and confident. She wanted to be a warrior more than anything. I, however, was different. It wasn't that I was weak or a coward or anything, it just didn't want the same things that she did. While she always played with the other kits, rough housing and fighting, I was with the elder, listening always to their stories. I first knew I was different when we were taught about StarClan as very young kits. I know my sister didn't care much either way, but I was fascinated. How could the spirits of dead cats be looking after us? I had to know more, I had to learn, I had to figure it out. I started spending all of my time with the elders and with the Medicine Cat, learning all I could, but it just wasn't enough. No matter how many question I asked and were answered, I was never satisfied with the answers and I had to know more. There was thought that I should be the next Medicine Cat, but it was know that I shouldn't be. It wasn't my calling. I trained to be a warrior's apprentice with my sister, but I didn't have her passion for it. I was never meant to be a warrior. I honestly didn't care about taking care of the clan. As long as I could take care of myself, that was good enough for me. My sister never understood, though. She was meant for Clan life and to be a warrior, there was never any question about that.
We became warriors together, Dangerseer and I. I knew Dangerseer, my sister, was fated to be a warrior. It was her dream, her life, her passion. I knew I wasn't, though. I couldn't be a warrior. I couldn't stay in the Clan. I believe that when I swore myself to being a warrior, out leader and I both knew it wasn't meant to be. That night, I felt as though someone were calling to me out in the forest. Someone I couldn't quite hear, but my very soul knew I was being called to. There was no question as I rose and walked away that I was going where StarClan would take me.
The calling lead me to the cliffs overlooking the ocean. The moon hung in the sky, surrounded by stars, and I knew I couldn't stay. I would never find the answers I searched for, not if I stayed in SeaClan. My sister had followed me and I turned to her. I knew this would be goodbye and I would likely never see her again. It was as though I were looking at her with new eyes. She was strong, a protector and defender of the Clan. She would go her way and I would go mine. But, I knew, she would never understand. I believe StarClan intended for me to go because a cloud rolled in front of the moon and utter darkness fell.
I don't remember my paws carrying me away or light returning, but I do remember the moon waning and waxing again. I remember finding myself a den and making a life for myself beyond the Clans, but still near enough to keep touch with StarClan and everything else I questioned. My life has revolved around the answers I seek ever since. I go where the wind takes me and where StarClan wills.
I hardly ever think about what I left behind, but when I do I wonder what happened to my sister and my parents. I don't know that my parents drowned in a flood despite being SeaClan cats, I don't know that my sister has a mate and two kits, I don't know about the Slayers the battles nine moons ago, but I do remember feel a tugging deep in my soul nine moons ago. I gave up everything to pursue the answers that the Clans could never give me and I don't regret it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 10:47 am
Approved! I normally don't like having too many loners formerly from Clans but since SeaClan has such a small number of players, I feel that it's appropriate to have a former loner to add to its history. I really like his personality, too. smile
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:26 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Hazeshine.
I'm a proud member of Stormclan.
I'm a old she-cat, I should know.
I'm 133 moons.
I'm a Elder.
My kin include My clan. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My deceased mate Swallowflight
-My clan
-Fresh-kill
-Sunny patches
-Telling stories
-Kits
My least favorite things...
-Missing my Mate
-My vision getting worse
-Rain in my fur
-Ticks
And, my fears.
-Being a burden on my clan . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hazeshine is a very calm and happy cat, wise from so many years, and also very understanding. She admires cats who try hard and she is willing to be a friend for any cat in her clan, always lending an ear if they need one.
She doesn't like admitting when she needs help, but will if she must. She loves happy couples and Kits, since she terribly misses her mate, and never got to have kits with him. But she knows she'll see him again soon in Starclan and though she isn't quite ready to join him yet, she doesn't fear death. She loves telling stories to all cats from when she was a warrior, especially kits and apprentices.
It's what I am, like it or not.
She is a cat that always looks a little dishevelled since she cannot see very well to clean her pelt anymore. She was once a beautiful chocolate brown, but she's going more grey with age. Her eyes are all white as she is now almost entirely blind, but she almost always has a kind and peaceful expression. She's looking a little bony even though she gets lots to eat. She a fairly tall she cat with once powerful legs.
My history, don't go poking around!
When Hazekit was born she was an ordinary kit, just like all the others. As time went on, her vision dwindled slowly. She was in and out of the medicine cat's den, until it was determined nothing could be done to stop the loss of her vision. Since her apprentice days, she's had hazy vision. She can see blobs, but cannot make out faces, and because of her age now it's only getting slowly worse and worse. She did make it past her apprentice training to become a warrior, but had to retire early. She was very disappointed in herself for a long time, but she's truly grown to the age of an Elder now, and enjoys her role in the clan. She's used to it, and accepts it without anger. She didn't meet her mate, Swallowflight, until she joined the Elders den. By then it was too late for either to have kits, but they enjoyed each other's company until Swallowflight passed on from old age. She felt lonely for a long time without him, but she knows she will see him soon, and she's glad he's free from pain in Starclan.
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