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 Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:17 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Foxfur.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 26 moons [after timeskip].
I'm a deputy.
My kin include no one.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Willowheart.
-The stars.
-Kits.
-Fighting.
-Mudnose.
My least favorite things...
-StormClan. Yuck.
-Fox traps.
-Bramblefire.
-Blackflame.
And, my fears.
-Dying.
-Losing my deputy spot to Bramblefire. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Foxfur is not a great cat to be around when you're annoying him.
He gets really mad and snaps at you, wanting to bite your head off. But of course, he can't. Because you're his Clanmate, and he loves you. Right? Right.
He will protect Willowheart, Mudnose, kits, and elders. But the warriors are perfectly capable of protecting themselves, so you should get on his good side.
He's kinda quiet, and keeps to himself, but it fiercely loyal to NightClan, and will do anything to protect their name.
Lately, because of Mudnose, he's starting to come out of his shell, and smiles more. He talks to cats more often, and finds solitude on the lonely side.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Foxfur has a very long, dark reddish-brownish pelt, with even darker stripes of red going through it. He's quite handsome. He has dark amber eyes, and half of his left ear is gone because of a border skirmish from when he was an apprentice. Foxfur is huge, the biggest tom in NightClan, but he hates his height, and would give anything to just fit in.
After the fight at the Gathering, the rest of his left ear is gone. He thinks it makes him look tough.
My history, don't go poking around!
Foxkit was a big kit, always jumping on the other kits, getting scolded by his mother and Willowkit.
He knew from the moment he saw the deputy that that was what he wanted to be. And so it begins.
Foxpaw was an independant apprentice, not wanting any part of that special "bond" mentors were supposed to share with their apprentices. He had no friends, but somehow, Willowheart managed to squeeze into his life, and become his best, and only friend.
Foxfur came to love Willowheart like a sister, and he knew that was all she would ever mean to him. He became deputy, and finally achevied his dream. But being deputy wasn't easy. There was so many things he had to look after, and he's exuasted all the time, but refuses to sleep, afraid everything might crumble down while he rests.
Foxfur has miraculously cured his insomnia, and now sleeps soundly. He has become more confident in his abilities, and likes to thank Mudnose for that. They're not offically mates yet, but he hopes to pop the question soon.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:27 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Willowheart.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 26 moons [after timeskip].
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Foxfur!
-Frogs!
-The Moon.
-Lightningstrike! Shush, don't tell!
-Ravenwing! Oh snap!
My least favorite things...
-Cats finding out about her and Lightningstrike.
-Clouds.
-Fathom.
And, my fears.
-Losing Lightningstrike.
-Everyone finding out about her and Lightningstrike.
-Getting exiled for breaking the Code. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Willowheart is funny and wild when you're her friend, but she can seem ony semi-friendly when you barely know her.
She is the sweetest thing to the one she loves.
Willowheart has an urge to protect her apprentice and those she loves, even if they aren't from the same Clan. She's very vain about her looks, and doesn't enjoy hearing cats say she's stuck-up, because she's not. Willowheart's just beautiful, and she knows it.
She's very flirtatious, and ignores Clan boundries, they don't really matter, anyways, according to her. It's all harmless.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Willowheart is beautiful. She has a long grey pelt, that shines in the moonlight, and bright green eyes that sparkle. She takes pride in her pelt, and keeps in clean at all times. The scars that streak her skin only enhance her beauty, as they show her fierceness to protect those she loves.
My history, don't go poking around!
Willowkit was facisnated by Foxkit. He was so big! She followed him around, and yelled when he was being mean. She fooled around with all the tom-kits, enjoying playing hide-and-seek, and rolling around in the snow and dirt, not a care in the world.
Willowpaw somehow managed to become friends with Foxpaw during their apprenticeship, and tresures their friendship dearly. She was the only one he would talk to and confide in. They would train together and sneak away for hunting sessions when they were bored. Everyone was convinced they were going to end up as mates one day, but the feeling wasn't there. That's alright with her because they're better off as friends.
Willowheart has a secret. When she went on the journey to find the cure for the Madness, she fell in love with Lightningstrike, a SeaClan tom. They meet whenever they can, and she misses him when he's not around. It's hard keeping a secret when it's a big, fishy, silvery SeaClan one. Willowheart was convinced there was no one else for her, until she met Ravenwing at the war at the Gathering. The way he made her feel was incredible. How she acted still haunts her. Willowheart is ashamed, and hopes with all her heart that word of her actions doesn't reach Lightningstrike. She still loves him, but doesn't know what to do.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:36 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Brightspirit.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 30 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Cinderfang (mother, StarClan), and Forestclaw (Father, StarClan). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Riverfang, her mate.
-Trees.
-Greenleaf.
-Sunhigh.
-Being in the territory,
-Kits.
My least favorite things...
-Fights.
-Attitude.
-Stupid spats over nothing.
And, my fears.
-Losing Riverfang . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Brightspirit is fierce, always telling cats off she doesnt like when they get something wrong. But she loves the cats she's close to, and would never let anything hurt them.
Brightspirit stands up for what she believes in, and isn't afraid to show her claws. She would do anything to keep Riverfang safe.
She's very motherly and can't wait to have kits of her own.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Brightspirit is a calico she-cat, with bright green eyes. She's tiny, smaller than regular warriors, roughly a bit bigger then an apprentice. But she's fast, and she's strong. Brightspirit has many battle scars, and takes pride in them, knowing she got them defending those whom she loved. She's very compact, and has half of her right ear missing, but doesn't mind.
My history, don't go poking around!
Brightkit was the only kit of Cinderfang's last litter. Riverkit was always there to play with her when she got lonely. Brightpaw was an amazing apprentice, showing great promise, and fell in love with Riverfang after they became warriors together. They spent many nights sneaking away and sleeping under the stars. She tried to play hard to get, but found it extremely hard to resist his level of commitment and adoration.
StarClan sent her and Riverfang a prophecy, making them have to leave the Clan, without telling a soul. It was not an easy journey, they were two inexperienced warriors, barely 15 moons old, but they made it. They traveled far and wide, meeting many new cats and different animals along the way. The things they witnessed and the news they heard changed the two cats forever. After completing the prophecy, Brightspirit and Riverfang turned around and made their way back home. They returned many moons later, and were barely recongized by Silverstar.
Brightspirit hopes to become leader one day.
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 4:43 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Riverfang.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 30 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Sunheart, (mother, StarClan), and Raventail (father, StarClan). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Brightspirit.
-Rain.
-Stars.
-Sleeping outside.
My least favorite things...
-Losing Clanmates
-Waking up early.
And, my fears.
-Losing Brightspirit. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Riverfang is extremely protective over Brightspirit and has a habit of always being right beside her. He's quiet and thoughtful, but very ambitious, striving to be the best he can be. When others insult him, he can get angry very easily and snap at them, but he knows when to take a step back and calm down.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Riverfang has a dark brown pelt, and brown eyes. He's muscular, and almost towers over his mate because of her height. He has one white paw, and a white patch on the tip of his tail. A long scar runs from his shoulder to the beginning of his tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Everyone always knew Riverkit was in love with Brightkit. He used to chase her around and sit on her, until she couldn't stop laughing. They grew close when both their parents died, and nothing could tear them apart.
When Riverpaw became an apprentice, he trained his hardest, wanting to please his leader, and Brightpaw. He nearly died once, trying to climb a tree, almost reaching the top, but falling. He survived, obviously, but trees still freak him out. He chased after Brightpaw, refusing to give up until she admitted she loved him, too. And she did.
Riverfang became a warrior alongside his true love, and was soon sent on a perilous quest that he refuses to talk about. The thing they faced only made him stronger. They came back many moons later, waiting until the time is right to reveal their secret.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 3:00 am
This is after the timeskip ^.^ . : About Me : . My name is Shadowbreeze.
I'm a member of NightClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm fifteen moons.
I'm a new warrior.
My kin include my mother, Petal, a rogue, and my father, who shall not be mentioned. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-The stars
-Darkness
-Hunting
-Being alone
-Willowheart
My least favorite things...
-My father
-Leafbare.
-Blood. (it makes him dizzy)
-Cloudy days.
And, my fears.
-Cats finding out I'm only half-Clan. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I enjoy being alone, all by myself. I don't get along with other cats very well, especially other kits. They're so annoying. I only converse with others when I'm forced to, or when I don't want to look suspiscious. But I talk to Willowheart. She understands. Oh well. I don't want to be in the spotlight anyways, everyone's always looking at you.
I'd know.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have dark black fur, that'll probably come in handy when I get older and hunt, because it blends in with the dark, marshy ground we have around the territory, which is kind of gross. I don't look like my mother, or my father. My mother had light brown fur and my father...well, let's just say I don't look like him. But I do have my mother's eyes. That's the only thing I remember about her. Her beautiful golden-yellow eyes. I'm glad that's what I got from her, because they were really striking.
My history, don't go poking around!
One day, when my father was a young warrior, he went for a walk, alone, through the territory. It was a crisp, Leaf-fall day, the sun was shining, and the prey was everywhere, rare for Leaf-fall. He headed towards the StormClan border, when he smelt something odd coming from a bush. Upon inspection, he found a beautiful she-cat, with gorgeous yellow eyes and light brown fur. (Thas my momma biggrin ). He immediately fell in love, not caring she was a rogue. He hunted for her, and kept her safe, hiding my mother in a den that he made by himself just over the border where no one would ever find her. She didn't even tell him her name when he first found her. She had been attacked by a badger, and was badly hurt. He even went and stole herbs from the Medicine Cat for her!
Anyways, when he came back to the bush, herbs in his mouth, she looked up at him with her big gold eyes, and he just had to know her name. So, he asked her. Duh. And she replied, "Petal. My name is Petal" Oh what a lovely name. That's probably what he thought too. He went to see her everyday, excusing his absences from camp with hunting. No one questioned him. After a few moons of that, Petal was fully healed, and pregnant. My father was shocked. Oh StarClan, was he shocked. Shocked at what he'd done. He'd broken the Warrior Code!!!!
Dun Dun DAAAHHH!
Psh.
Whatever.
The next part of the story goes like this: After she told him the great news, he pretended like everything was fine. But as she grew heavier and heavier, Petal could tell something was wrong. She finally confronted him one day, and he flipped out.
(Cue flashback)
"Please, just tell me what's wrong. You've been so..distant lately"
(Cue freakout)
"You want to know why? I'll tell you why! You're a rogue! I'm a NightClan warrior! This is wrong! I'm disgusted with myself! You have no idea how bad this is! You're pregnant with my kits! They'll be half-Clan. This isn't allowed! I can't believe I let this happen. It's just so.. so.."
And then Petal looked at him with her big eyes he loved so much, and asked, "So, what?"
"So wrong. I don't love you anymore. I'm sorry"
Then he turned away like the big jerk he was, (and still is) and ran away, back to his Clan, leaving my poor mother there to die slowly of a broken heart. She somehow managed to make it until the day I was born, hunting for herself, having made it through a harsh Leafbare with the help of my father. I was born one day during Greenleaf, but the day of my birth was also one of my mother's last days. I believe that she made herself hold on just until her kits were born, and if she made it till then, then she could finally die. Her broken heart was slowly killing her as she waited for her due date, and having kits was the final straw.
No one heard her cries as I came into the world, followed by my two sisters, who died as soon as they were born. She noticed I was still breathing and tried to keep me warm. Petal managed to get up, bury my siblings, and make sure I stayed alive. I miss her a lot. The day I opened my eyes and looked up into hers, the two colours matching perfectly, was the day she finally gave up and died. I didn't really understand what had happened, and kept crying for her to wake up.
Willowheart finally came and found me, bringing me back to camp. A queen had just had kits, and since I was extremely malnourished, I fit right in. No one said a word or doubted my Clan heritage. The queen died soon after, but Willowheart was always there for me.
The next memorable event in my short life is this: When I was finally let out of the nursery, two moons later. I spotted a tom. I don't know how, but I suddenly knew, that he was my father. And he knew it too. I wobbled right up to him, my yellow eyes huge, hoping for some sort of affection. I took in his scent, noticing it smelt familar. Then it hit me, I had smelt that before! One day, curled up next to my mother, I had smelt it! He had been spying on us! I looked up at him in silence. He returned my gaze, and I could see a flash of fear in his amber eyes.
"Go away, kit. I'm not your father" he spat.
I reeled back in shock, hurt and disappointed, but suddenly understood. I knew his secret. I could destroy him. As I scuttled back to the nursery, my head down, a plan formed. I'd pretend like I didn't remember, but as soon as I was older, I'd expose him for what he really was, and watch him feel what I felt, many, many times.
As I was named an apprentice, I tried as hard as I could to become stronger. I trained daily and often snuck out for private sessions by myself. I like to believe I'll be able to beat my father one day, and I know that day's coming soon.
I just recently became a warrior, and that just brings me one step closer.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 3:41 am
New cat, rogue. That's okay, right? ^.^ . : About Me : . My name is Valiant.
I'm a rogue, but plan on joining SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm twenty moons.
I'm a rogue, but hope to be a warrior.
My kin include Scarlett, my mother, and Angel, my sister, both dead. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-The stars.
-Swimming.
-Toms.
-Flirting.
-Fish.
-Fighting.
-Sunshine.
-My fur.
My least favorite things...
-Kill-joys.
-Uptight cats.
-Getting blood on my fur.
-Shark.
-Heights.
And, my fears.
-Shark coming back to life.
-Drowning.
-Dying. . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
True to my name, I'm very strong-willed and determined. I stick by what I believe in, and don't let anyone get in my way.
I have a habit of being very loud, and love to laugh. I don't enjoy being bossed around, but know when to step down.
I'm fiercely protective over those I love, and I'm very friendly once you get to know me.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm not afraid to admit that I'm beautiful, because I am.
I have piercing green eyes that sparkle, and long, black fur that I have a habit of grooming. I have one white splotch on the tip of my tail and a few white hairs on my chest.
Part of my right ear is missing from a rough fight a few moons back, and I have a large scar on my shoulder, one that's very wide, and a smaller one on my cheek.
My history, don't go poking around!
When I was born, it was to an alley cat named Scarlett who was kicked out of her home because her twolegs didn't want to look after her kits. I had one sister, Angel.
Scarlett named me Raven. My mother had run away after her twolegs refused to take her back in, and ended up in a small colony of sorts, one filled with other alley cats. Most of them accepted us and gave us food and treated us like family. It was nice to have a warm place to sleep and other cats to play with. We were mostly accepted because of their leader, Aura. She was an extremely nice cat who loved everyone she met. When she saw us in our pitiful state, she took us in immediately. Aura became like a second mother to us. For the first ten moons of my life, everything was good. Then, one night, while we were all tucked away, fast asleep, a rogue who had been terrorizing the colony for a a moon or so had finally gathered the courage to attack. What a coward. I can still remember how his fangs glinted in the moonlight, covered in blood. The screams and cries of my friends still echo in my ears. They will haunt me forever. He had brought friends with him.
But he wasn't after us, he wanted a pack of cats to follow him so he could fight the other cats around us and take over the area. So, naturally, he went straight for the leader of the group. Aura had been recovering from a nasty fight with a pack of raccoons in her den and was easily overthrown by the moster. As her lifeless body lay in her nest, the tom jumped to the highest point, introduced himself as Shark and took over the assembled cats. He forced us to fight and trained us hard. It was a horrible life from then on. Eventually, my mother got sick of the way Shark wastreating us and formed a rebellion. Eager to prove myself, I joined in, against my mother's will, and trained in secret.
Five moons after Shark arrived, we finally fought back. In the dead of night, we silently killed his guards and snuck into his den. But somehow, he was waiting for us. Snarling, he jumped on the first cat who appeared, my mother. He killed her, right in front of my eyes, then went after my sister. That was too much for me. Mustering all the strength I had, I went after Shark, consuming by grief and rage, I fought. We battled until sunrise, both covered in blood and scratches. In the end, I killed him, nearly ending up dead myself. Lying there, half-dead on the ground, the other survivors gathered around me, and did everything they could to stop the bleeding. I survived, thanks to those who loved me.
As I grew stronger, the older cats in the group decided to rename me Valiant in honour of my bravery. From that point on, I decided I was going to live up to my name and be as strong as I could.
When I was seventeen moons, word of these 'Clans' reached my ears. The life there sounded better than what I had here, and I left, without a word. I talked to many cats along my journey, trying to find the Clans. Weary and tired, I made it. For now, I'll just stick to watching and waiting, trying to choose which Clan I'll join.
Maybe it's time to start over.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:25 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Griffonsea.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm nine moons (but I look like seven moons).
I'm a rogue (warrior age)..
My kin include Tammy/Foampoppy (foster-mother), Moss-star (long-lost mother), Freezeshadow (long-lost brother)... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
* The wind
* Water
* Fish
* Climbing
* Hunting
*Fighting
*Chatting
My least favorite things...
* Dogs
* Twolegs
* Foxes
* Heights
* My durn claws!
* Hot-headed cats!
* Dragonfire... >.>
* Heights
And, my fears.
* Heights
* Being arrogant
* The ocean... . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Kind and mild-tempered, but with a rambunctious ambition and curiosity, she is the epitome of the phrase "curiosity killed the cat". However, she's not stupid, and her cleverness has always prevailed to get her out of the messes she gets into. Her pride is very big, but it is more of a silent pride, for she hates bragging excessively. She also likes listening to elder's stories and making up her own and has a tendency to hang around with elders, loving their wisdom, and also tells stories of her owns to the kits. She loves hunting, swimming, climbing, and fighting-anything to stay active! She can never sit still (after moons of being in a dusty old twoleg nest, who would be able to? ) and has boundless energy. She's a loyal friend and hard worker. She acts childish at times but can be serious and mature when need be.
She is currently going through a depression after the death of her real mother.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A small-built beautiful, rich, earthy-brown she-cat with brilliant sky-blue eyes and sharp claws. Her coat is thick and luscious. Despite her size, her strength is surprisingly large, and her flexibility very versatile. In fact, she's the feline version of a contortionist; her limbs bend at impossible angles and she's double-jointed just about everywhere. She has fur at the tip of her ears and white underbelly stretching from her muzzle to her tail-tip. Her claws are unusually thick and sharp, like the talons of an eagle, though they grow at an alarming rate and she's always having to scratch them and keep them trimmed, otherwise they grow twisted (earning her the nickname Twistedclaw, though she'll claw your ears off if you call her that!)
My history, don't go poking around!
She was actually born in SeaClan and is pure-blood Clan cat. Her mother, Moss-star's sister Foampoppy, schemed to cat-nap Moss-star's kittens and flee to the twoleg place, since she hated Clan life and yearned to be pampered. She was infertile and always wanted to have a child; she blamed her sister for her infertility and was mentally unstable. However, when the kits were born, she fell in love with Griffon only and catnapped her at birth, fleeing to the twoleg place of an elderly woman. Griffon spent her first few moons as a pampered kittypet named Sticky and hated it; her restlesness got her in a lot of trouble, earning her kittypet name. Foampoppy (called Tammy in the twoleg nest) called her Griffon when the Twoleg did not, and she preferred Griffon to the name Sticky. She always yearned for the forest, and secretly even Tammy missed it, though still resented having to live a Clan cat life, serving everyone but yourself.
One day, her twoleg mysteriously disappeared (died), leaving her and her mother (the twoleg's only pets) stranded in the house. They escaped and her mother resolved to teach her in the warrior way, also changing her name back to Foampoppy, though left out the part about serving one's Clan before oneself and never told her of StarClan. She taught Griffon both battle and hunting moves, and the young (but illegitimate) apprentice soon became very skilled. Pleased, Foampoppy announced her a warrior one day, though didn't give her a warrior name. Griffon was always suspicious where Foampoppy learned all the skills, but her mother never revealed her secret. Griffon was an expert at fighting and fought off many a wild animal from her weakening and old mother, and, figuring since they were living alone she could do whatever she wanted, her mother promoted her to the fake position of Gladiator. Griffon suspected the gladiator part was different from the rest of what she'd learned, but she payed no mind; she liked it anyhow.
One day Foampoppy fell seriously ill from an infection from an untreated wound. Unable to heal her properly, Griffon watched her slowly and painfully wither away. The night Foampoppy died, the former warrior confessed her sins and the fact that she was her foster-mother and her real mother was Moss-star, leader of SeaClan. Griffon was shocked, but forgave her grieving mother, for her mother had been desperate and alone at the time. Her mother told her how to return to the Clans, and after Griffon buried her, she headed off to the Clan she'd been born in and always dreamt of, guided by the paws of StarClan, and eager to meet her true mother ( Moss-star).
One more notable aspect of Griffon is that she fell out of a tree once, almost crippling herself forever, but with careful guidance from her mother (who rehabilitated her through teaching her how to swim, much like Jaypaw in the third series), causing Griffon's love for water (since it saved her life as a warrior) and also causing her fear of heights, though she still loves them so.
She arrived at SeaClan and was confronted by Dragonfire and her sister, Pheonixice. Moss-star took her gladly back into her true home, and was taking her out for her warrior assessment (seeing as she was almost fully trained) when Foxfire, a SeaClan warrior, was found with blood on his paws. After some arguing, Foxfire suddenly lunged at Griffonpaw and tried to use her as a bribe to get Moss-star to return to SeaClan and rename him deputy (seeing as Shiftpelt became deputy instead). Griffonpaw fought him off and as they fought, Moss-star threw herself at Foxfire to save Griffonpaw from a killer blow. Moss-star and Foxfire tumbled over the cliff, with Griffonpaw following suit it desparation.
After fishing her mother from the water and struggling to shore, Griffonsea made an award-winning performance with strong emotion, begging her mother not to die. Her mother named her Griffonsea then and there, and died with her final wish-to be buried by the ocean.
Griffonsea was proud to recieve her new name, but so heartbroken.
To top it all off, after their camp was attacked by the Slayer, Gorge, Moss-star's body was stolen by the Slayer (for he wanted to claim he had killed her) and Griffonsea is even more tormented by the fact that her mother shall not even get her final wish.
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 6:33 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Embergaze.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 20 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include nobody.... . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
=+= Beautiful skies
=+= Solitude...I-I mean, friends?!
=+= Kittens
=+= Running
=+= Mentoring
=+= Feeling important...
=+= Mapleleaf...=//A//=
+=+ Friendly cats...C:
My least favorite things...
+=+ Death
+=+ When it's my fault
+=+ Responsibility...err, irresponsibility!
+=+ Evil creatures
+=+ Insults
+=+ Cold
+=+ Fighting
And, my fears.
/+/ Death
/+/ Rejection
/+/ Embarrassing moments
/+/ Failure
/+/ Nightmares
/+/ Apprentices...(they always suffer with me as their menor...) . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
When Embergaze was an apprentice, he was shy and unsociable. He was a quiet, observant cat, who spoke only when spoken to, or when he decided he needed to. He had no friends, but that's most likely because he didn't speak to anyone. If one had talked to him, they would've found a sweet, thoughtful cat, who was slightly shy when around others. He tried not to be the best warrior of all but to be the most level-headed warrior of all. He was (and is) very intellegent for his age and treated (and treats) females with respect.
He feared any interaction with cats because he was afraid he'd get hurt, or that he'd hurt the other cat without realizing it. He was also self-concious about his massive body- at apprentice age, he looked like a full-grown warrior! However, he's trying to change and come out of his shell. He now forces himself to be more outgoing. He did and still does stutter a lot.
It's what I am, like it or not.
A soft gray tom with orange eyes. His front body is light gray, and his pelt gets darker along the end of his body. His tail-tip and back paws are dark grey. His eyes turn gold in the sunlight. His whiskers are whitish grey. He is a massive cat (especially now that he's full grown) who has a deep baratone voice that used to make him shy of talking, though he tries to talk more now. His claws are thick and sharp.
My history, don't go poking around!
Embergaze was born in the Clans. His mother was extremely boastful and eccentric, while his father was violent and prideful. Both cats were killed in battle because of their overly prideful taunts and actions. After seeing the death of his parents at the cost of their pride, he has been afraid of turning himself into them. Thus he receeded into a shell of silence and shyness, afraid to anger any other cats into hurting him, or hurting them himself.
His mentor, Icemane, was the only cat who could bring him out of his shell. He was extremely close to his mentor and regarded him as his adoptive father. When Icemane was killed by eagles during the Beast attacks, Embergaze hardened inside with hatred and bitter mourning.
However, he found another cat who began to bring him out of his shell-Mapleleaf. The beautiful she-cat made him stutter more than normal, and at first he was very cautious. Her sweet nature and patience finally lured him out of his shell, and he began to fall in love with her. He also had a crush on Larkcry, but Mapleleaf proved to capture his heart.
His first apprentice, Oakpaw, disappeared and re-appeared after running away from the Clans, and he accepted her, but she disappeared once more, something that always bothered him, though he tries to forget it.
When he was kidnapped by eagles himself, he went through an epiphany. He realized that he was probably going to die, and (as anyone who had been through a near-death experience knows), he began to appreciate the little things in life. He vowed that if he escaped alive, he would become a new cat-one who doesn't hide shyly in his shell. He vowed he would live freely as he wants to. He also realized how deeply he loves Mapleleaf and promised himself he would confess to her if he returned. The eagles then used him to lure Galestar, BreezeClan's leader at the time, out. Galestar exchanged himself for the release of Embergaze, making Embergaze once more guilty about the tragedy being his fault.
But, he escaped alive, and kept his promise as fully as he could. He confessed to Mapleleaf, and they are mates now (for she accepted his love, much to his extreme gratitude and relief), and Galestar has convinced Embergaze that the exchange was not his fault. But then, Smokepaw, Embergaze's next apprentice, was found drowned in the river and suspected to have been killed by the apprentice's mother's sibling, the mentally unstable Dicefoot (who was also found drowned). Embergaze now has a massive fear that he's a cursed mentor who brings misfortune down on any kitten, and greatly avoids them now so he can't form a bond and then become their mentor. He even denied a third apprentice, and Galestar is waiting patiently for the tom to recover emotionally before offering a new apprentice.
However,
Embergaze is a gentle giant with a soft spot for kits. He's always dreamed of being a father like Icemane, but the thought of actually having a mate makes him all mushy inside. <3 He's an easy pushover who kinda never had a childhood, since he never played with the other kittens. Despite this, he is a sweet and kind cat with a wanting for good friends. <33
Also, he has a special power that no other cat has OR IS ALLOWED TO HAVE IN THE RP WITHOUT MY PERMISSION (LOL): soul control. It's when a soul has the ability to leave the body and wander freely and the body stays alive. But if the body dies while the soul is away, the soul is cursed to wander forever upon the earth. If the soul leaves for too long, the body will starve, and die. Another wandering soul can possess and live in the empty body while the true soul is out. c: He uses this freely, not for his gain or loss, but for entertainment at the moment, though has secretly used it to help the clans (such as finding the place where the remedy for the madness is).
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:04 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Galestar.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 25 moons.
I'm the leader.
My kin include Avalon (adoptive mother),. and nobody else...
My mate is Frostclaw.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
} Flying
} Frostclaw :{3
} Kittans!
} My Clan
} The sky
} Pretty much everything I can think of! :{D
My least favorite things...
} Seeing my clanmates suffer
} Death
} The Star Slayers >:{C
And, my fears.
} That I am an unfit leader
} Not much else! C}: . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Galestar is a happy-go-lucky fellow who likes to give long, encouraging speeches/lectures. He is hyper-eccentric and likes to break personal bubbles with glomps and playtime. No matter who the warrior, Galestar will share tongues with them, and has no shame in playing with kittens when he's not busy. He is extremely kind and forgiving, though too forgiving at times. He always tries to see the good in cats, even where there is none, and has a special hyper-sensetive power where his sixth sense is amplified so that he can interperet feelings much more clearly and can usually guess what someone is feeling spot-on, though love used to be the one thing he couldn't catch (but now he can since he's fallen in love...<3 ). You can speak to Galestar about anything, and he will try his best to help you.
He also has always had a delusion that he could fly (because of where he was raised, explained in the history part of this bio), and still stubbornly believes he can, though he attempts it less often.
It's what I am, like it or not.
He's a lithe, creamy brown warrior with chocolate-brown markings and crisp sky-blue eyes. His muzzle is narrower and longer than normal cats, and his tail is skinny and long (a perfect whip! >:{3 ). His brown markings have a reddish tint to them in sunlight. His ears are long and pointed, revealing his good hearing senses, and despite his skinny build has strong and thick muscles. He has a deeply profound connection to StarClan (even since birth) that tied him to them in ways more than the normal warrior. His eyes sometimes cross while he's talking, a side-effect of being siamese, but he seems to never notice it, thinking other cats to it too.
My history, don't go poking around!
Galestar was found as a kit in an abandoned bird's nest high up in an oak tree, playing with a soft, white, eagle feather. The nest was too small to be an eagle's, but how the cat got the feather is unknown. When asked what he was doing, Galespirit replied, "I'm learning how to fly!" He was brought back to the Clan as they thought it was a good omen for a tiny kit to have the giant feather of a deadly eagle. He keeps the feather under his nest in the leader's den.
He began jumping off high places as a kit, claiming he was trying to fly. Soon he began to jump off of higher things, and began to hurt himself upon landing. He protests the Clan stopping him because he states that once he learns how to fly, they won't need to worry about him. All of this confusion was cleared up one day when an eagle flew into the clearing. The terrified cats began to attack it, but Galespirit pleaded for them to stop, explaining that the bird was his mother. Her name was Chaser of the Wind, or Chase for short. The bird indeed seemed to love the kit, and it was discovered that he could speak to birds. It was also discovered that Chase had raised Galespirit for a short while. She had named him Gale of the Four Winds, but he allowed the Clan cats to rename him Galekit.
Galekit became Galespirit, and never gave up his desire to fly, nor the idea that he is a bird, but he lives happily with the clan cats and visits his bird foster mother every once in a while, who had become the leader of her flock and changed her name to Avalon honorarily.
Galestar was chosen to be deputy by Willowstar, the leader of the Clan and perhaps his first love, though he didn't realize it until much later. He never expected to be leader nor yearned for it, but he accepted the honor with humbleness. When he left with the group chosen to retrieve the remedy for the madness, Willowstar and the medecine cat at the time were both killed by Doveflight, the crazed she-cat with the Madness. Galestar returned to find both his leader and medecine cat slaughtered, and before Doveflight could be punished, she was killed by Cometstream. Doveflight was being chided by the Clan with cruel words and hateful hisses, and Galestar was shocked at their inability to remember how noble and trusted Doveflight had once been, and how they acted as if she was insane all on her own and not because she'd caught the madness. He lost his trust for his Clanmates (and for Cometstream), and defied StarClan by refusing to appoint a deputy after receiving his nine lives. Doveflight may also have been a love interest for Galestar, though he himself doesn't know for sure.
Afterwards, Galestar became moody and depressed, but his two loves lit up his life; he was in love with both Birdsong and Frostclaw for sure. However, he had to choose one, and after many painful moments and worried nights, he chose Frostclaw. Birdsong changed and became very sullen, and Galestar felt it was his fault; when she died, his heart broke in two. Frostclaw always understood his love for Birdsong and supported Galestar when she died, and for that he loves her even more. Galestar has his suspicions that Birdkit is the reincarnation of Birdsong, but tries not to think about it or confront the reborn warrior, hoping her life would be more enjoyable this time around.
When the Beasts attacked, Talon, Avalon's archnemesis, began to target the Clan at the command of the Slayers. Avalon came to protect the Clan with her flock, feeling as if her quarrel shouldn't kill innocent lives, and was surprised to see her son as leader of the flock. After much fighting and suffering, the Clan finally defeated Talon, but not without a cost. Among the many BreezeClan warriors who died, Doveflight's daughter, Dicefoot, and grandson, Smokepaw, were also killed, mysteriously at the same time. Galestar suspects the troubled Dicefoot killed Smokepaw, and sees the two deaths as a failure to lead on his part for he should have banished Dicefoot long ago. This is how he learned his lesson about being too forgiving.
Now, he is weary and tired most of the time, for he stays up long nights to make sure everything runs smoothly. He is still cheerful, but every cat can see he's working his hardest to help the Clan recover, though even he can't predict the horrors that are coming this way...
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 7:29 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Fathom.
I was a proud member of NightClan.
I was a tom, I should know.
I was 3o moons.
I was the leader.
My kin include Sunpaw and Silentkit (daughters) and Guardianpaw (son)... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
// Light
// Hope
// Leopardstorm
// Calmness
// Quiet
My least favorite things...
// Blood (spirit cat)
// StarClan
// Pain
// Sorrow
And, my fears.
// Blood
// My Prophecy
// My curse
// Death . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Fathom was calm and reliable, as well as mysterious and hidden. Though he tried to prove himself loyal time after time, the Clan still suspected him for his mother's prophecy that he was cursed and rejected by StarClan. He spent his days wondering why StarClan rejected him, and tried his hardest to work diligently as a warrior. He was often quiet, but his calmness was an admirable trait during extreme situations. He also had a habit of pacing back and forth while he thought. He was very intellectual and strong, and earned his respect as he grew older.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Fathom was a thick-pelted gray tom-cat with black stripes and a white underbelly and muzzle, and crimson eyes. His whiskers were also white. He was basically a black-and-white tiger with thicker fur. He was very muscular but not excessively so; his pelt was useful as camouflage in all the seasons on the murky NightClan terrain.
My history, don't go poking around!
Fathom's mother cursed him when he was born, saying StarClan rejected him and that he would keep the name Fathom forever, then died from birth complications. His other siblings were stillborn and his mother did not bother naming them. The Clan was, at first, very weary of him, but StarClan showed no sign of hating him and he grew into a fine warrior. Their fears faded as the promising wariror grew. He was then promoted to deputy, and when Ravenstar died, was accepted by StarClan and given his nine lives.
However, as soon as he became leader, the strange spirit haunting his dreams and thoughts took a violent turn. It began to control him and forced him to do notoriously terrible things as leader. One of the sins was raising a young cat, Whisperpaw, to be a cold-blooded assassin of other Clans and to spy on them from the shadows. Whisperblade was never caught and proved to be a valuable tool for the evil Fathom. Another sin was nearly causing a war with SeaClan. The real Fathom regained control at times, but couldn't get rid of this evil spirit (who called himself "Blood" ) from haunting him. Finally, one day at the gathering, Blood took complete control of Fathom and ran away from the Gathering. Lavender-rain, the deputy, had to step in as temporary leader but couldn't receive her nine lives until Fathom was dead. Fathom/Blood then killed Leopardstorm after her kittens were born, and Fathom's real spirit ripped away from his body in agony, actually splitting his nine lives in half; he kept two while Blood kept seven. He was denied from StarClan because his body was still alive (possessed by Blood) and he wandered the land in a limbo-like state. Only his daughter, Silentkit, was able to see him, and he comforted her about her mother's death. His son, Guardiankit, wandered outside and was killed by Blood, and Fathom somehow got sucked into his son's body, for StarClan had forseen the terrible events and had actually created a reincarnation of Fathom but had to give it a spirit to live seeing as the "vessel", as they called it, was born too soon. Guardianpaw's first spirit's real name was Noblepaw, and Noblepaw was raised in StarClan to become a warrior, Nobleheart, in exchange for accidentally having to live in the body meant for someone else. Because Nobleheart was forced into a body not meant for him, some of Fathom's attributes were fused into his, and he acts a lot like Fathom. StarClan used one of his lives to give Fathom Guardianpaw's dead body because they had to heal the body, so much like a leader Guardianpaw's body was healed somewhat as Fathom resurrected in his body.
So Fathom now lives in Guardianpaw's body. He still gets memory flashes of his past life but is otherwise ignorant. Leopardstorm was also reincarnated, for StarClan wished to give the two lovers a chance at life again since Blood was a spirit darker than the dark forest (and in fact did not originate from the Dark Forest! ), and even StarClan did not know how to stop him. Blood was killed by Forsaken (lost one life, that is) and Fathom's body was destroyed, so Blood could no longer do evil things in Fathom's name. Leopardstorm and Forsaken sealed Blood in the Dark Forest, and Blood still haunts Forsaken (and Forsaken's love, Puresun) as revenge.
Guardianpaw is currently being mentored by Poisonpetal, and even though the she-cat is a harsh mentor, he actually enjoys her company.
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 8:33 am
(( Gotta go right now; Leo, just let me know if the story is accepted and I'll convert it to the code later. C: <3 ))  .: Clan :. // NightClan //We are wily and brave, and have a thrill for battle.
There is a rumor that a cold wind sweeps across our land, chilling our hearts,
but it also sharpens our minds. Our intellect and observant
qualities certainly keep us from becoming fools,
and we hunt at night under the disguise of darkness. .: Name :. // Guαrdiαn kit //Derived from my strange affection for my own mother,
and my strong desire to guard and protect her and my clanmates..: Username :. // Winged Timberwolf //Co-captain, text decorator, storyline writer,
and active moderator for this guild..: Rank :. // Paw //I'm male, and don't forget it, ladies! ;D
Despite my rank, I will be as noble as I can in protecting
and nurturing my Clan. I may be an apprentice, but I
want to be a true warrior!.: Bio :.// Father- Fathom Mother- Leopardstorm ( Littermates- {Sunkit} and {Silentkit} ) // I was born under the watch of many eyes
as my mother was the mate of the former leader. Upon being born, I thought I should protect
my littermates and stood over them, hissing at the other beings
in my presence to stay away, as my sibling's guardian!
I wanted to be strong and live well, and meet my father one day.
I had a strange infatuation with my mother. I liked her a lot!!
I strongly hoped to be leader one day!
But when my mother died, I died on the inside too
no wait...I actually died. Now, my father, Fathom (the previous leader of NightClan), 's soul
has taken over my body (on accident)
and his and my personality have mixed.
I, the real Guardiankit, am in StarClan under the name Nobleheart, but I, the fake Guardiankit,
sometimes has flashbacks of my previous life
that confuse me.
When I was the real Guardiankit, I ignored my crippled sister,
Silentkit, but I did not realize she was hurting
from being alone.
Now I, the fake Guardiankit, suddenly feel more affection for her,
since the I am really the spirit of her father, and I now
have sworn to be her and only her guardian.
She said she hates me, but I can tell that
she is starting to crack, and love me again.
I just have to be patient.
I haven't actually realized that I am the fake Guardiankit
and actually I am the spirit of a former Leader of NightClan
in the body of his kit
but at least you know! O__O.: Pic :. // Dark gray tom with strong silver eyes and a muscular build. //I have my mother's silver eyes, which I am really proud of! I also have my father's gray fur, and muscular build, or so momma tells me. I like my appearance and flaunt it to the other she-cats, who probably can't help but fall in love with me!Want more of me? Well, since you all are so eager! ~<3I like:~My momma (a lot!!! ) ~Honey ~She-cats ~Battling! ~The seasons... ~She-cats! I dislike:~Foxhearted, greedy cats ~The deputy, unless it's me! Wait...wasn't I deputy before? Uh... ~SeaClan cats- bleh! I will guard, I will protect, and I will lead my Clan into the ages of peace!
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Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2011 8:36 am
Great! Now it's approved. I love the picture! Approved! C: All accepted! All accepted, but Timber told you about your cat limit? 'owo All accepted! ^^ All accepted! And she can be, if you want. ^^ Accepted, but Trappaw needs to have fears. No cat can be fearless. Welcome to the guild! And all your profiles are accepted. ^^ Accepted! <3 The storyline for Guardianpaw's is also accepted. ;D
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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