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 Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 3:06 pm
**Got Permission from Timber to edit ! smile Also posting after Timeskip **  . : About Me : . My name is Blossomstream.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Romance and love
- Daydreaming
- Her good friend, Lionfur
- Her clan mates
- Other clan mates
- Kits
- Nature
- Many things!
My least favorite things...
- She has no dislikes, as far as she knows.
And, my fears.
- Vicious looking monsters
- Being lost within a forest
- Overcoming her shyness
- Meeting new cats . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I guess you can say that i'm very, forgiving. Forgiving? I guess that's the word? Well from my own prespectives, my anger is controlled very strongly. Every clan consist of rude or obnoxious cats. Even if those cats are shooting rude behaviours toward me, I won't get mad at them. Instead I will shy away and become defensless. So you can say i'm emotional...hehe. Well I just believe that rude or not, it's just who they are. That's why I just accept it and move on.
Love is something I find very precious. I'm quite slow, therefore fall in love easily and foolishly. However when it comes to falling in love, I don't feel the true, strong love for a tom unless if they're really special to me. Or if they're just the right one. It all depends on my feelings. But whether I like then or not, i'll treat all my clan mates equally. Although when it comes to having feelings towards tom, I tend to act really shy to them.
I'm really easy going...I guess. Many things fascinate me! Especially Lionfur's stories. They're always interesting and fun! I'm sometimes forgetful, that's one of my weakness. I'm really nice but shy. And tend to get embarrassed a lot.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Blossomstream is a very beautiful she-cat. She isn't aware of her beauty. However her eyes are pale green, they can grow very vivid and bright in the night time. Her fur is very soft and fairly long yet short. Medium size you can call it. Her head is a black and goes along her back. There's a black speck on her nose. Her snout is white, looking like a mask. Her chest and belly are white and there are black specks on her tail.
My history, don't go poking around!
Blossomstream has a very...puzzling past. Born proudly in NightClan however her memory is very blank. Her past as a newborn is very hard to remember. Actually her memories as a kit is very scarce. All she remembers is waking up in the nursery and roaming around the NightClan camp. She was beautiful as a kit and still contains that beauty as a warrior. Blossomstream is well known for her beauty. However she is very weak, but has quick speed. With no parents, she was forced to teach morals and take care of herself. She didn't mind of course, and since she doesn't know the meaning of parents she never bothered learning.
As a kit, Lionfur took the responsibility of being her brother model. He taught her many things and filled her head with knowledge. And taught skills to become a warrior. Blossomstream learned quickly however currently she tends to have troubles learning still.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:11 pm
XxPreussischePrinzessinxX Tigerfang- yay accepted! ^^ Try to come up with a good reason for her absence of course (if you accept the one I suggested then it's fine, but be sure to include that in her profile.) Wolf- you can RP her in StarcClan, and accepted, though you might wanna explain why she went to StarClan when she died... Ludwig- accepted as long as he doesn't know he's named after a human, it's fine. There's no way he'd know he was named after another human, so he can just think it's a name, but it's fine to include in the profile that he's named after a famous human- just be sure he doesn't know that is my point. xD Oakpaw and Cedarpaw- accepted! (Clan-bloods, thank StarClan ;n; Too many kittypets and rogues xD ) Bluemoon- accepted, great :3 Broken- accepted, but can you change her "red markings" to "brownish-red markings"? Even a black-tabby cross wouldn't result in red markings in real life, so brownish markings'd make more sense, thanks. C: Serpentfang- accepted :3 Forsaken- 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: Frostclaw and Pepperpelt are both accepted :3 It's funny, I didn't remember that part of Frostbutt's past! :0 Avarice is accepted <3 LOL for some reason his name reminds me of "Adlevice" and then I think of the song owo" Assepted! Love the name. /cough/ looks like Puresun has a new friend...owo /cough/
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 6:32 pm
 I never posted him here lol (Btw Timber - where is Puresun's profile? Couldn't find her in Nightclan xd ) . : About Me : . My name is Phantom (may be called Phantomsong later on).
I'm a proud member of Nightclan, but has lived as a loner his entire life.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 18 moons (1 year 6 months).
I'm a Loner.
My kin include None, mother died during birth and father is unknown.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- Beautiful things
- Watching other cats
- Night time
- Being alone, because it's so peaceful
- (Puresun...?)
My least favorite things...
- Annoying cats butting into my business
- Showing myself to other cats
- My ugly face
- Solitude (yes I know he likes being alone, but being alone and solitude are two different things)
And, my fears.
- Being shunned by other cats
- What I love being taken away from me . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Phantom is a tom who would not hesitate to obtain what he wants, through whatever means - even if it means murdering other cats in cold blood. He sees no wrong in murder, only as a stepping stone towards what he wants. This is not to say that he is evil, of course. He does not know what is right from wrong, and instead sees only his own goals. He is an adult, but in many ways mentally he is a kit as well. He seldom feels any emotion due to living in solitude all his life, and he spends his days watching other cats or hunting for himself. He is a genius and will sit by one side and watch the situation before stepping in, calmly analysing and calculating. He does feel lonely from having no cat to talk to, but refuses to admit it to himself because he believes that the whole world hates him.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Phantom is an average sized tom, his whole body is black, but his chest is white. The right side of his face is white and in the shape of a mask (duh). The "mask" starts from right in front of his ear, down his muzzle, covers half of his nose and curves around his mouth, covering half his face. His RIGHT eye is light blue, almost white, LEFT eye is gold. Two disfiguring, horrendous scars run down the right side of his face, given to him from his mother when he was born.
When he speaks, he has a refined, angellic and seductive voice that makes him seem almost unworldly.
He has the power to walk in cat's dreams (similar to Jayfeather but less powerful), but only in cats he has seen before. He can only talk to them but not explore their memories. For now, he has never done this before so he is relatively inexperienced, but he knows that he has this power.
My history, don't go poking around!
Phantom was born from a difficult birth. His mother was already close to death from blood loss, and when she laid her eyes kit, she gave a weak yowl of horror when she saw his oddly patterned face, and swiped her claws at the newborn kit, giving him his disfiguring scars. "This kit...is cursed!" she said weakly as she died, her remaining kits dying as stillborn inside her womb. Hearing her words, the rest of the clan began to gaze upon the writhing newborn in horror and disgust, some elders even yowling to kill him off as they believed he cursed his mother to death, as well as causing the death of his siblings inside her womb. Instead of mewling and looking for milk like any kit would have done, he merely turned his disfigured face towards the group of cats, unmoving and still as a statue. He was unaware of the hatred the rest of Nightclan gave him but he felt only curiousity. Blood dripped from his face from the deep cuts his mother gave him, making him look even more horrific. Seeing that the kit was so terrifying and different, the rest of the clan backed away and yowled for the cursed kit to be killed, believing that he would bring calamity upon the clan.
To save the kit from Nightclan's hatred, Lavenderstar (then Lavenderrain) secretly snuck the kit out of Nightclan, lying to the rest of Nightclan that she killed the cursed kit off. Instead, she took him to Dead Cat's Hollow and fed him milk of her own, since she just had her own kits (Richkit and Purekit). There were only a few dens which were not in danger of caving in and she took him to one of those, feeding him whenever she used the excuse to go and make dirt. The kit grew up alone in Dead Cat's Hollow, with only the occasional company of Lavenderrain, his adoptive mother. She named him Phantomkit since he lived in Dead Cat's Hollow, and his occasional yowls of loneliness at night started up the legend that a ghost haunts the area. Wanting the kit to be safe, Lavenderrain encouraged these rumours, discouraging any cat from visiting these dangerous tunnels in case Phantomkit was found.
When he was six months old, Lavenderrain decided that she could no longer spend as much time to take care of him, and decided to tell him his whole history - how he was hated and rejected by his own mother and his own clan from the moment of birth, and how he was believed to be cursed to bring calamity upon Nightclan. Phantomkit listened without saying a word, but inside he was boiling with hatred. The world had hated him, including his own mother, and the only one who loved him was Lavenderrain - or so he believed. With the entire story told, she bid him goodbye and promised that she would visit him in secret whenever he got the chance. The promise was quickly broken as she was made deputy soon after that, and the visits stopped completely. Of course, a deputy could not sneak off and visit some disfigured Phantom who lived in Dead Cat's Hollow, that goes without saying, but Phantomkit didn't know that. The darkness in Phantomkit's heart grew, and he started to believe that Lavenderrain was the same as the rest of Nightclan. He was only a small part of her life, and her clan came before him. Some ghostly cat should not get in the way of her duty, right? The doubts in the kit's heart grew into darkness, until he believed that he only lived for himself and by himself. He stripped the ending of his name away, calling himself "the Phantom" of Dead Cat's Hollow.
He had watched in the shadows during the great battle of the clans against the beasts, only watching with intrigue as Nightclan was torn apart by foxes, never bothering to help. He had felt a small pang of sadness and anxiety as Lavenderstar lost her lives, but pushed those emotions aside, determined to live as an emotionless loner even though he was born in Nightclan. Out of every Nightclan cat, however, one particular captured his interests - Puresun. She was...different from the other cats, but he couldn't point his paw on where. What was it that made her different...?
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:22 pm
Phantomface- accepted! :3 Nice story. ...oh man. I don't know if I ever posted her profile. ovo I know Leo accepted it but...D8 I'm pretty sure I am, and yet...>> It should be thereee AH D8
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:25 pm
My god I love it. Phantom of the Oprah, bravo!!
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:27 pm
Thank you, Timber! I fixed them all up no problemo! And yeah, he doesn't know that...he just thinks it's a name.. XD
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XxPreussischePrinzessinxX
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:31 pm
 
. : About Me : .
My name is Warp.
I'm a proud member of Kittypet land.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 4 moons. (Left picture.) 10 moons after timeskip (Right picture.).
I'm a Kittypet for life..
My kin include None.
. : A Little Bit More : .
My favorite things!
☼ Sleeping
☼ Twoleg food
☼ Watching birds
☼ Talking to other cats
☼ Roaming
☼ Walking with twolegs
☼ My bed
☼ Bossing the kittypets. ^.^
My least favorite things...
☼ Sleeping outside
☼ Being bored
☼ Noone to talk to
☼ TICKS!
☼ Loneliness
☼ Being hungry
☼ Ignorance
☼ Dumb questions
☼ Cats that don't listen
And, my fears.
☻Being ignored
☻Angry twolegs
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am Warp, and I am the boss. I like to be the center of attention, I am a regal cat, and won't take no for an answer. Sure you can tell me what to do, but it doesn't mean I will. I have certain standards I follow, and frankly sometimes my faith in the other cats I meet falters. I give the other kittypets their freedom, but its high time they started to live by my standards, and stop being pushed around by every rogue, or 'clan cat' that wants its way. Some cats think us kittypets are soft, but I pity them. They don't know the stress we go through making sure our twolegs don't kill themselves. Some cats aren't made for the hard life of a kittypet, but with my leadership there'll be a new standard to being a kittypet. My twolegs and I have an understanding with my meals unlike the rest of this rowdy bunch I have to deal with. They understand I only eat the best, and I won't eat any of that 'kibble'. I am disgusted by the amount of kittypets going rogue, just last week I had to turn my nose to this filthy excuse for a cat, he thought I would feed him, but boy was he wrong, I had to trick some of the other kittypets to chase him out of my twolegs garden. How dare he threaten to stay their until I fed him. Thats the nice thing about some of the more aggressive kittypets, they jump at the insinuation of attacking a weaker cat especially in numbers. I could've delt with that pathetic piece of scrap, but he wasn't worth dirtying my pelt, and plus having manners isn't a bad thing... Is it.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am an orange toyger breed. With black stripes all along my pelt. I have green eyes, and a powerful gaze, I'm a very influential cat, using words to my advantage instead of claws and tooth, but am willing to get dirty if I must teach some lamentable cat some manners. I am a bigger then average cat, and very lean and physically capable cat. Not only strong, but having speed to back it up leads me to almost never have to worry about fighting injuries.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to two rogues, which both subsequently died when I was 1 moon old, my mother got hit by a monster crossing a thunderpath and my father the ignorant tom came after her and got hit by another car. It was for the best. The occupant of the second car happened to be a zoologist, and took me in after finding my huddled at the side of the road in utter distress. His mate was a veterianarian and helped me recover from the shock. Slowly I have become a more and more distinctive cat, and unwilling to betray the twolegs that saved me from an untimely death. When I grew to 3 moons, I was up and about starting to take hold of the fellow kittypets, most of them don't have the drive I have, but I have found 2 rather large brothers who aren't to smart, and were quick to join my side, in helping me bring order to the kittypets. I didn't rule with a iron fist, I allowed them to do what they wanted, but if they are caught breaking the rules, Rip, and Snarl, are forced to reprimand them or in severe cases, get a little brawny with them. Most of the kittypets were well enough though and didnt take to much assuaging to join my cause, and now I have a decent amount of cats under my wing making sure no rogues, or clan cats cause any problems for me, or my twolegs.
As I age I become more and more intolerable of the filth outside these walls, I am slowly building up the kittypets and sooner or later they will be ready to finally take hold of our lands, and keep the carrion out of our homes, and away from our lands. Rip and Snarl, have been great help in keeping order for me in my younger days, but now I am growing and am almost ready to take a firm hold over the other kittypets, and impose my rules. Soon, I will begin to show the dregs that the kittypets aren't a bunch of weak mewling kits, that can't stick up for themselves. Until then the loners, and clan cats better live up their high life, because sooner or later, even the kittypets that won't except my rule, will understand that I am not the bad guy, and that my goals, aren't evil. I'm only looking out for all of us. But like I said. Its only a matter of time.
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:32 pm
Why you are felcome, you cormface you :U With that attitude I'll just call him Phantombutt >8U I know right? (But keep in mind everyone that while making cat-replicas of your fav series/shows is nice and dandy, this is a place for making your own stories too. >u> ) XxPreussischePrinzessinxX I always have to copy and paste your name because I'll horribly butcher it every time I attempt to type it. 8< On a side note, you're very welcome ~<3 and cool. I think it's a kewt name 8D Ludwig...what a character D;
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Winged Timberwolf Captain
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Posted: Thu Jun 09, 2011 7:44 pm
Ha ha, no worries. It means "Prussian Princess" in German. X3
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:00 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Kieran, but most call me Tree..
I'm a proud member of Formerly Seaclan, now I'm a member of whatever I want to be. Stay out of it..
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm Fifteen moons.
I'm a Rogue/Kittypet. I'm too tough to be a kittypet. >.>.
My kin include Keaton/Starlight(Sister; Deceased), Nightheart(Mother;Deceased), Flamingfire(Father;Deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
>Sharkhail
>The city
>Water
>Dealing out my fights physically
My least favorite things...
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And, my fears.
^Replacing Sharkhail with another she-cat
^Dying
^A slow, painful death. O.o . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I was exiled for reasons I will not share. It was all because of my personality, or maybe because I was framed for killing a kit. I used to be a nice guy, I acted as if I had a heart. Now, I barely warm up to others, afraid if I do, they'll stab me in the back, like what had happened back in the day. I only trust very few. And now that I'm a Seaclan exile, I also act semi depressed, because I have been separated from my one true love, Sharkhail, who is a Seaclan warrior. I loved her, and now I can't figure out a way to get contact with her. I'm not allowed near the clans, I won't risk the chance.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a light brown tom with barely visible tabby markings. My eyes are a pine colored green, I always wonder why my warrior name wasn't Pine-eyes or something related to my eyes. I have a long scratch wound on my belly area, from the Nightclan Seaclan battle, something similar to Sharkhail's. My muzzle is slightly lighter, but I'm not old, no worries.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born in Seaclan by the name of Hallowkit-Hallowpaw-Hallowstone, to Nightheart and Flamingfire, along with my sister, who was named Starkit until she got catnapped by twolegs while we were playing. I gave her a warrior name after that to remember her, Starlight. And every time I would look up at the stars, I would remember her. I grew to be a strong warriors, being the most muscular tom, I enjoyed the attention. Everyone loved me, I was like a hero, even though I did nothing. She-cat's would fling themselves at me, but I would turn them down, then, one faithful day, Shark, now Sharkhail, joined Seaclan. I loved her, she was the only one I ever fell for. She loved me back, but had too much pride to say so. She also was in love with another kittypet, her best friend, I could easily deal with that. I could have waited. During the Nightclan Seaclan battle, I was doing fine, fighting along my clanmates, until a kit from Stormclan wandered in with his clan, lost and confused, I was about to led it home, when he fell into the river. i tried to rescue him, but I couldn't. A Stormclan warrior saw, but thought I had tried to kill him. It was announced to Mosstar, who listened to them over me, her loyal warrior, and exiled me for "murdering" a kit. After that, all my hatred pointed to Seaclan and Mosstar. I began to leave, but found Sharkhail chasing after me, admitting she loved me. I swore, I was so happy I could have flied. But it was too late, I had to leave. We said our goodbyes, and I came to the city. Now I live my life alone, cold hearted, and depressed. I wish I could speak to Sharkhail... But were too far apart.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:13 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Flint.
I'm a proud member of no clan. I roam with the city cats.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 31 moons.
I'm a city cat.
My kin include Mother - Ash (She's somewhere around here...), Father - Popeye (Dead). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-My so called 'home'
-Mother
-Testing my strength in daily scraps
-Feeling fur and flesh beneath my claws
-Making my mark, on just about anything or anyone
My least favorite things...
-Snow, hate the stuff, cannot stand it
-Two legs, dumb things get in the way
-Weak cats
-Loosing a fight, though it rarely happens!
And, my fears.
-Keh, fine, what ever, water, you happy?
- Monsters that travel on the thunderpath . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'd rather not talk too much about myself. You might learn too much, then, well I would have to kill you. But I guess I can spare the basics. I'm mean, normally I would say enough said, but I can't because of this rediculous interview! Weak cats get on my nerves, if they last a week then I usually deal with them personally. Not many can earn my respect, when you do than prepare for a long lasting alliance. If you betray me then you either jump in front of the nearest monster or allow me to rip your throat out and take it to my nest for a suveniour.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I have an ashey appearance. Don't you dare crack any jokes about soot! Most think my name is ash because of my grey coat but that's wrong. I may have the same shade of gray, and have black stripes on the end of my tail but it doesn't mean I am the aftermath of a fire! And if you say anything about my yellowish green eyes or my scars that run along my legs and flank I will gouge your eyes out. Then what will you see? Nothing!
My history, don't go poking around!
Why would you need to know my history? I don't want to tell you. I was born and grew up, there. Done. Not done? I need to say something about my past!? Keh, whatever.
Fine, I guess it start's with my mother. She always believed in 'love' and so did my father. But they came from seperate worlds. My father was a pampered kittypet. Always fed, always safe. My mother is a street cat, like myself. When she gave birth to me, my father decided the street life was too hard for him. He wanted us to go with him but it was out home. He abandoned us. I was smart for a kit, you need to be if you want to survive.
That left my mother and I alone on the streets. We were attacked a few times, but as scars accumulated and my muscles strengthened and grew I began to fight back. My mother was proud of me. She taught me many tricks. No, I won't show you what they are. If you want to get an edge during a fight find your own ways! Anyway, when I was older I left her nest and claimed my own in an abandoned twoleg nest. I sleep in the higher levels of it on an old surface that I covered with scrap fabrics I found around the street. It's not as comfortable as my mother's fur but I quickly adjusted.
I continued to grow and fight. It was nearly to apoint where no one would so much as glance at me because they feared what I might do. But one day something went wrong. My father decided to visit, see what his son had become. I had been carrying an anger around with me my whole life. That didn't do anything for him. To say the least it was a heated debate that quickly turned into a fight. He ended up dead, I victoreous. The anger hasn't gone anywhere, if anything the revenge I exacted planted more hate into my heart. I'm not quite as cruel as I was, picking on everything that breathed, instead I focus more on those that actually challenge or wrong me. But don't get me wrong, I still like to kill that odd cat here and there purely for fun.
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Posted: Sat Jun 11, 2011 5:33 pm
@Sylvaky: That is a friggin awesome picture biggrin
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