Welcome to Gaia! ::

. : About Me : .

My name is Sunkit and Moonkit.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a toms, I should know.
I'm 4 moons old.
I'm a kits.
My kin include no one else.

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
- Both like each other
- Mouse
- Playing pranks and games

My least favorite things...
- Outgoing kits
- Other kits in general
- Incorrect prounounciation of name
- Kits who don't know which one of them is which

And, my fears.
- Being seperated

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Both Sunkit and Moonkit stick together no matter what. They don't really like the other kits, since they don't have lots in common with them. They also find them annoying. The two twins will only accept those who can tell the difference between the two.

It's what I am, like it or not.
Both Moonkit and Sunkit are complete identicle, it's difficult to tell which ones which...or impossible. Both twins have a brown tabby fur with dark green eyes. They have a bit of white in their fur.

My history, don't go poking around!
Will be explained later in the Roleplay.

Blushkit has a 'stutter', that's what it's called ^^ Also I'm going to have to ask that you don't make who her parents are that vague; you could simply say they are full-blooded Clan cats and leave it at that, no need to mention names, or choose parents from among the NP cats list.



Stonekit is approved biggrin



Lilykit- same thing I said above in big test; please confer with me about how Galestar allowed her back into the Clan. (Likely something along the lines of needing a supportive family since mother and siblings were killed). Otherwise accepted.
(Great to see you back :3 )



Gingerpaw is fine! Nice to see a new face wink



Gingereye is accepted, great story!
Pine-eyes- awesomesauce. :3



Lionfur- neato, but that story can't really be true (I'm assuming it's one of his stories xD) just so you know <3 otherwise accepted!



Pebbleheart is great :3
Shadekit is accepted
Sunkit + Moonkit are awesome D;

Remember that if you have no idea who the parents of some random kit you're making will be, you can always pick random names from the NP list.

. : About Me : .

My name is Tigerfang.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 21 moons (30 moons after timeskip)
I'm a warrior.
My kin are all deceased.

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
~ Cleanliness
~ Work
~ Taking walks in the forest
~ Fighting

My least favorite things...
~ Overly happy cats
~ Laziness
~ Babysitting
~ Anyone who makes fun of her large paws

And, my fears.
~ Being alone
~ No one loving me

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Tigerfang is not very social and likes to be alone, and when she is, she doesn’t like to be disturbed. She has fiery ambition, and won’t tolerate any play when there is work to be done. When it comes to problems or issues with the Clan, she is very good at solving them, stoically working them out with determination and focus. But when it comes to emotional problems, she has no idea what to do. She usually just stiffens up when met with affection. Stuttering and
stammering, she kind of makes a fool of herself, as well.

It's what I am, like it or not.
Tigerfang has a dark gray undercoat, with black stripes dotting it's surface. The fur length is short, and since she is kind of a neat freak, her fur is always shiny and smooth. Her eyes are a light green, with little flecks of yellow. There is a long scar that goes up and down her left eye, but it's barely noticeable unless you look really close up. Her paws are also abnormally large, along with long, razor sharp claws.

My history, don't go poking around!
Tigerfang was the only kit of her mother’s litter that survived. She didn’t like to associate with the other kits, for fear her littermates in StarClan might get jealous. Not behaving like most kits, Clanmates worried for her mental state of health. She didn’t play with random leaves or a twitching tail, bouncing around, full of energy. She just stayed in one spot, glaring and hissing at any cat who disturbed her quiet solitude. So she stayed away from other cats, and turned into a cat who was cold-hearted and sarcastically mean.

For a time, she went missing from NightClan, and the rest of her Clanmates thought she was dead. Eaglesoar was the only one who believed she was still alive, and sure enough, she popped back into camp as quickly as she had disappeared. She didn't remember anything, only that she went down for a nap and came back.

She doesn't know it, but she is a descendent of the dreaded Tigerstar.

Great profiles! Both accepted. I think it's time she was called Ice-ears though.

. : About Us : .

Our names are Cedarpaw and Oakpaw.
We are proud members of StormClan.
We are both toms, we should know.
We are 9 moons old (18 moons after timekskip).
We are apprentices.
Our kin include Petalfur (mother), Rowanstrike (father, deceased).

. : A Little Bit More : .

Our favorite things!
-Messing around
-Practical jokes
-Having fun
-Flirting with she-cats
-Each other

Our least favorite things...
-Cats ruining our fun
-Getting jokes played on us
-Strict, mean cats who don't know how to relax


And, our fears.
-NightClan cats
-Growing old
-Dying young

. : Getting Personal : .

We aren't going to change, it's who we are.
We twins love nothing more than to play around and have fun, playing jokes on poor, unsuspecting cats. We are very relaxed all the time, so we tend to complain about chores and whatnot. We're twins, so we won't go anywhere without each other. We also finish each other's sentences because we know exactly what the other is thinking. We are completely and totally alike in every way possible, so cats often get confused on who is who.

It's what we are, like it or not.
We are both a bright orange, with darker stripes flecking our pelts. We are very skinny, to the point where it looks like we haven't eaten in moons. To top it all off, we have very long extremities, too, including our legs, necks and tails. We aren't very muscular, so naturally we aren't very good at fighting, but our light weight makes us excellent hunters. Our eyes are a pale green with flecks of yellow, always filled with happiness and mischief. Again, we both look exactly alike, without anything that could tell us apart just by our physical appearance.

Our history, don't go poking around!
We were the only two cats born to Petalfur and Rowanstrike, and were happy little kits in a picture-perfect family. But everything changed just days before our apprentice ceremonies. On that fateful day, our father Rowanstrike was killed defending his Clan from foxes. Suddenly with one slash, our father was gone. We mourned for a long time, but realized something. We didn't want to spend the rest of our lives moping and sulking, so we brightened up, and became what we are today. Our mother is still alive, but since her mate died and we look exactly like him, she loves us dearly and treats us like kits sometimes, to our annoyance.

orsaken- might want to say the band of cats heard of the Clan cats and their ways and attempted to become another Clan but StarClan didn't exactly accept them...? And that's why Forsaken finally gave up hope in them, because they were never there despite the cat's fervent faith in them, even during the worse suffering...?
Dragonfire- Accepted, but the "It's what I am, like it or not" (appearance) part is missing! :0
Whisperblade- accepted; might wanna mention that he doesn't want to return to NightClan because his "code" says that if he ever failed them he was banished from their lands forever. Or something. C:






. : About Me : .

My name is Serpentfang.
She proud member of BreezeClan.
Serpentfang is a she-cat, Serpentfang should know.
She idk .__. .
She is a warrior.
Her kin are Saber (father), hawk( brother), petal (mother). They are all wild cats who live far far away over the seas and in the mountains. .

. : A Little Bit More : .

Serpentfang's favorite things!
heart ~ The shadows
heart ~ her family/friends/clan
heart ~ her leader and old mentor Galestar
heart ~ hunting

Serpentfang's least favorite things...
stare ~ those who dare threaten Serpentfang's clan!
stare ~ being made fun of for her long fangs

And, Serpentfang's fears.
eek ~ two legs (specifically poachers)
eek ~ Thundersticks (guns)
eek ~ losing a loved one again

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who Serpentfang is.
Serpentfang is shy, illusive and she speaks in third person. she is a brutal fighter and in a fight may seem a little crazy when she feels she is defending her "family". Despite this she would often prefer peace. Serpentfang is a very caring and grows deep emotional attachments to those who reach out to her. She moves swiftly and flowingly like running water. Serpentpaw is usually quiet unless spoken to. she also has a tenancy to stare.

It's what Serpentfang is, like it or not.
long, lanky she-cat with sharp, bright emerald eyes with slit puples (like a reptile's). Her two front canines protrude like snake fangs. Her fur is a silvery gray with mossy green stripes cascading down her back. She has a white, cream-ish face, chest and underside with thin black stripes on her paws. Serpentfang is an Andean Mountain Cat (non-native wildcat) species info

Serpentfang's history, she would prefer you don't go poking around...
When Serpentfang was the age of a new apprentice she was kitnapped by poachers because her species is endangered/ very rare (and therefore more valuable) and she fought her way out. By the time she broke free, she was near the Clans. Slightly injured and frightened, she was found by Birdsong, Trouttail and Wavepelt and brought to Breezeclan where she was accepted and became Galestar's apprentice. Over time she has grown attached to the clan and and it's cats and is feeling more and more at home, although she continues to miss the family she was taken away from over seas. the wild cat's heart took root within Breezeclan and she spent all her energy protecting it fiercely, feeling she had failed when a member was lost. Galestar, her old mentor taught her not to worry and spend her time out of the clan protecting the borders so much, that despite it in her nature to be aloof that she can help the clan better among them. Serpentfang has grown to be a loving and compassionate warrior looking out for the good of the family in times of need.








. : About Me : .

My name is The Forsaken One, but you can call me Forsaken.
I live the proud life of a Rouge.
I is a demon, I should know.
I am unknown moons old.
My kin include no one .

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
twisted when everything falls into place. kekeke
twisted i like no one... you can go now. *shifty eyes*

My least favorite things...
evil getting personal
evil Blood, that jerk. i will get you back!
evil crowds/hugs. i... i have a claustrophobia. >.>
evil starclan!

And, my fears.
eek did i mention my claustrophobia? No? well good, cuz it a lie. >.>
eek Puresun... getting hurt again
eek don't you find it a little unsettling that starclan is always watching?

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Forsaken is a clever, smooth and cunning shadow, taking the form of a cat so to guide the unfortunate. It lurks in the dark hunting for those who are just as lost and unfortunate as it, usually targeting those who are grieving or power hungry so that it can make deals, which is how it traps it's pray. Little is known about it seeing as not many have been close enough to understand. It usually apears befor a wa or a disaster, if you are lucky it has come to warn you. Forsaken cares little for others except for a select few who have earned it's respect, Puresun, Bluemoon, and Slasher. It is under a curse, you can try to break it if you can. ;3

It's what I am, like it or not.
long, lanky shadow with bright glowing red eyes. It has a white crack in it's head that forms the shape of s slasher smile stretching from ear to ear. It it is usually slithering within a puddle of shadow, touching the ground at all times. No light reflects off of it's from, making it pitch black at all times.


My history, don't go poking around!!( past that has been reviled so far)
When Forsaken was once a normal cat who lived among a small group of rouges trying to form their own clan by imitating clan life, despite knowing little about it. Forsaken was the medicine cat. Forsaken was skilled with herbs and in times of need would travel to other groups of cats to heal their sick and wounded. Unfortunately a horrid disease spread through it's band. Despite Forsaken's knowledge it was unable to cure any of it's members from the horrid creeping death.

Forsaken often prayed to starclan to help aid it in it's mission to find the cure and save it's band of cats, but they never answered. Over time, as more and more lives slipped through i's claws Forsaken instead became known as an omen of death instead of a beckon of hope when it traveled from group to group. Cats grew to fear Forsaken, seeing as where it traveled, so did the creeping death. Only one cat still cared for Forsaken, Cyotesong. Cyotesong was Forsaken's most and now only trusted freind.

Unfortunately time revealed that Cyotesong was just a spy for the enemy cats, collecting information for the coming war and also to kill the medicine cat so that it's clan could not care for their casualties and fall to the bitter war. Cyotesong was sentenced to death. Once he was gone Forsaken slowly grew more and more crazy, detesting it's leader for taking it's only freind. Later that night Forsaken set the forest on fire, using the camp fire of a two leg traveler, letting it spread and wiped out the cats out, along with the creeping death. Forsaken did not get away with this though.... His leader, Grace, pulled him into the river to die with her. Forsaken refused to die and when it traveled to starclan, (or what it believed to be starclan...) was cursed for it's horrid sin.

Starclan told Forsaken that it could only be relived of the curse if someone broke it, then it would be free. Forsaken now wanders these clans after traveling from it's burned forest, in search to guide the lost and unfortunate. It detest starclan, claiming that the unjustly punished it even though its entire life it had prayed to them in hopes of acceptance of it's small "clan".


. : A Little Bit More : .

Theme song: lies

Forsaken's rules:

-Forsaken is a spirit. which means a physical cat's attacks go right through it. if your cat is also a spirit then the attack can hit.

-Forsaken can attack other spirits.

-Forsaken cannot physically harm your cat unless they are bleeding or injured.

-Forsaken can be hit by a living cat only if it has presently drank blood or is already injured in some way.

-Because Forsaken is a shadow, it must always be touching th ground in some way. It can climb but not jump. (in short it falls like a rock and cant do jumping jacks XD )





. : About Me : .

My name is Dragonfire.
I wish to be a proud member of Seaclan.
I am12-14? moons. (don't know how the moons work, she looks like an apprentice who has just become a warrior o.o )

I'm a Gladiator (warrior).

I am the age of an older apprentice. At home you had to learn very quickly!!

My kin include Pheonixice she is all i nave left.

My favorite things!
~My freedom
~Warriors with honer
~play fighting (you know, for fun!)
~FISH!!!! 8D

My least favorite things...
~Wolves (or more of a particular one)
~Cowards
~ getting soaking wet

And, my fears.
~ Losing control
~Being forced to fight
~wolves

. : Getting Personal : .

Its what I am

Dragonfire is a brightly colored orange she cat with white paws, muzzle, underside and spots all over her body. She also has white rings on her fluffy, long tail. Her eyes are a bright amber to match her personality. the fur on her head is long and gets in the way of her right eye often. She has a long and horrible scare running all the way down her left flank as well as a scratch on the bridge of her nose.

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Dragonfire is a fiercely independent warrior who has experienced many many battles and never backs down. She can have a low self esteem if she is not successful in what she wishes to accomplish. She is cautious of other cats and can be quick to fight. she has a tendency to deny herself her feelings. She also has an Australian ascent. >w<

My history, don't go poking around!
Dragonfire is a survivor of illegal animal fights. she escaped from the animal fighting ring. she usually only fought dogs and other cats but someone brought a wolf. She fought it like every other opponent she was forced to fight but since it was so much bigger and stronger than her she began to die from being tossed around. as she was going unconscious she fled and the people were unable to re capture her. she feels like a coward for running instead of fighting it out to the death like all the other gladiators did. The claw scars on her side reminds her every day of that fight.

When she was a newborn kit her kin was taken to be sold as pets but she and her mother remained. When her mother's kittens were taken away from her she had become even more protective. she would get hurt alot in the arena and was growing older. Dragonfire was still young and would fight as much as she possibly could so that if she killed all the opponents there would be none left for her mother to fight. Unfortunately when Dragonfire was unable to beat the wolf and fled her mother was the next in line to fight and was not able to escape. That is why Dragonfire hates herself so much. She thinks if she continued to fight she could have died instead of her mother. Now learning the way of the Seaclan warrior she has grown to greatly respect Mosstar and only Mosstar.

My theme song




Dont worry, this cat has been approved by Leo and Timber. He was clan born.


. : About Me : .

My name is Whisperblade.
I was once a proud member of Nightclan but now i am a Loner.
I am 16 moons.

I'm a Warrior.

My favorite things!
~My beloved Thunderclaw
~Peace
~the night
~watching the stars

My least favorite things...
~War
~Being out in the open


And, my fears.
~ That i may have failed to save her....
~Being forced to fight
~ Being seen
~Having to serve Fathom's evil side once more.

. : Getting Personal : .

Its what I am

Whisperblade is a Japanese Bobtail. A cat bread for for their short tail due to the Japanese belief that a cat with a long tail could potentially turn into a monstrous Nekomata. He is a black cat with a blue tint to his fur and white spots around his face and paws. He has a few x mark scars from past experiences.

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Whisperblade is a spy/warrior for Fathom of Nightclan. His job was to gather information among the clans without being seen and is very good at his job. He is very polite and kind but can be shy and dislikes speaking out in the open. Not many cats know of his existence even among his own clan. From birth he was trained under a code of honor which he follows closely. Being raised under a stricked code he lives his life to obey Fathom, weather it be good or bad. Now that Lavederstar is leader and thinks he is dead he is currently free from his code. He is fearful of returning due to having to serve under another leader. He is hesitated due to Fathom's insanity which he had to obey under oath.

My history, don't go poking around!
Whisperblade was once a secret warrior under the service of Fathom, the leader of nightclan. During Fathom's leadership he was struggling with a demon in his mind who ordered Whisperblade to gather information on the other clans for an upcoming war during the planed attack on Seaclan. On his scouting mission Thunderclaw, his beloved mate, attempted to kill him while they were alone. Instead she ended up falling into the river and ... dove in to save her. He was successful in his goal but washed far down steam and supposedly died. Thunderclaw reported that e was dead to Nightclan and fled, fearful of punishment From Fathom. Whisperblade now wonders the land in search of his beloved, in hopes that he had succeeded in saving her life that night. He is still unaware of her intentions that night. He watches over the welfare of the clans from behind the scenes. Only recently had he discovered that his love was the one who had tried to kill him. Despite this betrayal she continues to be the main thing on his mind, and in his broken heart. After his search for her was complete he decided it be best that he did not return to Night clan due to the leader he was raised to serve was dead. In the code he was raised with he would have to listen to the very order of the new leader, but feared that they would be corrupt and did not wish to continue his life doing dirty work, so decided to let them believe that he had died that night after all.

. : About Me : .

My name is Avaricelearner --> Avarice[somethingoranother] [post-timeskip], but it's Avarice for short!.
I'm a proud member of The Order of Destinies.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 2 moons [10 moons post-timeskip].
I'm a kit
My kin include Puresun [mother], Blood [father], Forsaken [fatherly figure].

. : A Little Bit More : .

My favorite things!
~ EATING
~ Sleeping
~ Playing around
~ Forsaken! :D
~ Killing prey

My least favorite things...
~ Cats that take my food
~ Cats that call me fat
~ Copious amounts of exercise
~ Being hungry

And, my fears.
~ Starving to death
~ Thunderstorms
~ Rotten kill
~ My real father, Blood
~ Sickness
~ Demons [other than Forsaken, of course! :3]

. : Getting Personal : .

I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Avarice is a happy-go-lucky kind of cat. He is mostly oblivious to his surroundings, except for potential food items, of course. He hates running for extensive amounts of time, and is deathly afraid of thunderstorms. He only runs when he strikes his prey, because hunting is his favorite pastime [although he is blind]. He eats ALOT. Honestly, the problem is that he doesn't know when to stop eating. He can literally devour a well stocked fresh-kill pile if you let him! The only things that set him off are when others harass him about his copious quantities of flub protruding from his side. He doesn't like to admit that he is fat and will argue days on end with anyone that it is just his fur making him look poofy.

Avarice has the ability to see the immediate future, kind of like having premonitions and such. He can't exactly control when he sees the future, or whose future he sees. He really doesn't like seeing the future, since it's the only thing he can really see. He also go into weird thrashing fits when he see the future, and He ends up being really hungry afterward. He can also walk through his mother, Puresun's dreams, like his sisters.

It's what I am, like it or not.
Avarice is an abnormally large-for-his-age [about apprentice sized], really chubby tom. He is mostly white, but his ears are tipped black. His tail is also black, as well as his nose. His fur is fluffy because he grooms it often. He has a small black nose that can scent a lot of things. His sightless eyes are a haunting milky whitish-blue color. He has long black whiskers and small paws.

My history, don't go poking around!
Avarice was born one early newleaf day to his mother, Puresun. Her mate [?] Forsaken, who was a demon, had accompanied the birth. When he was barely a day old, Avarice's eyes, as well as his ears were open. Soon after that day, he began growing at a rapid rate; one that was easily noticed. It was then that the couple had realized that their kits were far from normal. What was to be expected from half-demon kits though?

A quarter moon later, an odd cat visited Forsaken, confirming that Avarice and his siblings were far from normal, and would live a good life in a place called the Order of Destinies. Reluctantly, Forsaken agreed, and he brought Avarice on a journey that he wouldn't forget easily. They travelled for over a moon through the dreaded outlands, living off the fat of the land, narrowly surviving close encounters with their biological father, and eventually arrived at the Order. Avarice, along with his two sister, had passed the entrance test to be in the Order. They had survived the journey.

I figured that it was time to make him a profile since he made it to the order. :D