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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sat Mar 20, 2010 8:45 pm
Welcome, honored warriors. Here is where your dead cat profile is moved to. You may either abandon the dead cat and create a new living cat, or may roleplay as the dead cat in StarClan to help your Clanmates. You are honored by your still-living Clanmates for your honor and bravery. You are greatly mourned for. You will help your Clan by sending messages in warning. You will be the strongest cats and will eternally hunt in happiness.
Welcome to StarClan!
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Posted: Wed Mar 31, 2010 6:26 am
Clan: StarClan
Name: Rushstep
Gaia Username: Korinschild_19
Ranking: elder
Appearance: dark gray she-cat with deep green eyes
Bio: Rushstep was a brave warrior in her day, but has long since retired. She is slowly losing her hearing, but still enjoys clanlife.
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Leopardstreak Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 5:57 pm
Clan: StarClan(Formerly Nightclan)
Name: Tigerstar
Gaia Username: Iceestar
Ranking: Leader
Appearance: She is a large black cat with white stripes all over her body. Her eyes are dark red and are as cold as ice. She has scars all over her body and one of her ears is shredded in half from a battle she once had before. She is a very muscular cat with sharp teeth and even sharper claws.
Bio: Tigerstar as a kit was quiet and cold. When she became n apprentice her mentor often criticized her and told her she would never be good enough. Tigerstar always pushed herself as hard as she could and never stopped. She became a warrior and one of the best fighters in the clan. She was very loyal and proved it many times. She became deputy and on the same night her leader died a horrifying death. Tigerstar was leader at a young age, but proved to be a great one. She died fighting a fox to protect kits.
Picture: (I have none.)
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Posted: Tue Jul 20, 2010 11:40 pm
Clan: Starclan (Formerly Seaclan) Name: Spottedstripe Username: MY_EMOTIONAL_TEARS Ranking: Warrior Appearance: A Tortoise shell she-cat with a white chest, black tail, and beautiful blue eyes. Bio: As a kit, she had no friends. She always kept to herself. As a apprentice, her mentor hated her. But as a warrior, she was respected. She died during a battle that should have never happened. Picture: 
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 6:19 am
 . : About Me : . My name is
Fire.
I'm a proud member of None, died as a rogue..
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 22 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include no one.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Helping others
-Learn new things
-Meet other cats
My least favorite things...
-Negative mannered cats
-Pigeons
And, my fears.
-Big body of water
-Drowning . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Fire is a kind yet tough she-cat. She tends to have both a good side and a bad side. The good side is to be used when she helps her close ones in BreezeClan and try to stay calm. The bad side is when there is selfish cats involved, and she get's either annoyed. Fire doesn't concentrate when she is near a big body of water, she tends to get nervous. However when she is around Shadow, she seems to be more comfortable but tends to get nervous at times.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Fire was given to her as a name by the color of her pelt. She also has bright blue eyes that are somehow similar to Shadow's. Fire has a bit of white on her tummy and paws. She also has dark stripes on the side of her body, ears and cheeks, like a tiger. Her body is quiet slender as she is beautiful but she tends to eat quiet a lot.
My history, don't go poking around!
Fire was a tough rogue, that's where she received her behaviors from. She was 9 moons oldShe used to be in a gang of rogues, that try to hunt for food in other territories and normally caused troubles. Fire was the most mature out of the group and she was fed up with their immature behaviors. Soon Fire noticed the twoleg's nest, and was curious when she picked up the scent of cats. At night she visited the twoleg's nest and jumped on the fence. Soon did she find a kit her age, a black furred tom. He was pretty handsome to her, and his name was Shadow. Soon did they become good friends. They soon grew old enough, the age of 18 moons. Soon Fire learned all about Shadow's past and wants to help him find his sisters. They both agreed and she would pick him up tomorrow and abandon her immature rogue group. Later that night, Fire was caught by the rogues saying that she went to the twolegs. The rogues thought she was stupid and ran after her. She ran away from them, her speed more improved than theirs. She escaped from them, proud of her success. However she didn't escape an unfamiliar cat, who she never met. She remember the voice but couldn't see it's appearance at night. She was slain to death, but now she shall help guide her close ones in BreezeClan.
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:00 pm
 . : About Me : . My name is Badgerwing.
I'm a proud member of Starclan (formerly of Nightclan).
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 69 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Marcy (Nightclan) and Lightsound (Seaclan). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~my family
~kits
~hunting
~sunbathing
~being alone
My least favorite things...
~being away from my family
~being dead
~sarcasim
~cats who think they're better than anything
~snobs
And, my fears.
~Death of one of my daughters . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am a very kind cat. I've always been able to hold in my anger and hatred. I'm protective when it comes to my family and I am always sensative when they come to subject. I hate it when others are mad at theirselves for dying. I respect other cats greatly and I'm great to talk to.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a gray tom with black stripes. My paws are brown. The tip of my tail is black and my face is brown instead of gray.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was mates with a kittypet. I had been carfull to make sure that it was kept seret though, for the saftey of Angelica. I was proud to have kits and was heartbroken when Angelica died. I cared for the last two of my kits that had been saved from the same twolegs that had kept Angelica. I taught them of the clans and everything else I could. On my way back to my clan I was attacked by a loose dog and I was ripped to shreds. I woke up in Starclan and I have been watching my kits ever since. It made me feel worried when the oldest joined Starclan. I was proud that Marcy had found Nightclan and I hope to lead Lightsound there also to be with her sister.
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Posted: Sat Sep 04, 2010 12:46 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Birchshadow.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 19 Moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Cinderwing. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Star gazing
~Helping
~Hunting
~Fighting
~Running
~And Many other things! ^-^
My least favorite things...
~ Grumpy cats
~Other Clans
~Twolegs
~Eating Carrion
And, my fears.
~ Thunderstorms . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Birchshadow is a very bouncy and happy cat. Nothing ever brings her down. She rarely gets worried. When she gets angry though, you better watch out. Sometimes, she can go from excited to pissed in a second. She is especially tense around other Clans, ready to fight at all times. It's hard to calm her down then.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Birchshadow is a pretty, small, silver tabby. She has light green eyes, and sharp claws. Her paws are small. Her ears, oddly enough, are a dark, smoky gray color, which distinguishes herself among any other cat. Despite her small, innocent physique, she is a very formidable fighter, but she gets that from the BreezeClan blood running through her.
My history, don't go poking around!
Sisteen moons ago, Birchshadow was stuck between a half-clan affair. Her mother was of NightClan, and her father hailed from StormClan. Their secret wasn't discovered until she was found giving birth in NightClan territory, with her mate. Complications led to her mother's death, and her father died when crossing a thunderpath to go get help. The kits were left there, until her mother's friend found her.
Dawnfoot had been the only cat that knew of Birchshadow's mother's secret. When Dawnfoot told the Clan, they decided not to tell StormClan about what had happened between the two. The four kits were left in NightClan. The next gathering, however, an apprentice told another that they were harboring half StormClan kits. Eventually, a fight broke out about who was going to keep the kits.
When it was settled, two went with StormClan, and two stayed in NightClan.
Birchshadow never knew about her siblings, except for Cinderwing, and no one ever was willing to tell her. Despite it all, Birchshadow became a wonderful apprentice, and warrior.Birchshadow was killed by a fox trap, her neck broken. When her best friend's brother tried to guide her to StarClan, she refused to go, heading to the Dark forest. She has just been a wanderer ever since, going where she pleases.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 6:05 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Falconstrike.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons (2 years 3 months).
I'm a warrior.
My kin include none (unknown).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Taking walks through the moorlands
-Fighting
-Not many things in general
My least favorite things...
-Kits and apprentices
-Young cats
-Immature cats
-Overly enthusiastic cats
-She-cats
-Cats in general
And, my fears.
-Losing an argument
-A younger cat being better than him. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Falconstrike has a short fuse, and easily loses his temper. As such, he does not get along well with his clanmates, and more often than not finds himself in the middle of arguements. He has almost no patience for apprentices and kits, and does not get along well with them. As such, he is often seen in his own solitary spot in camp, glaring at everyone who walks past. Even though no one gets along with him, no one can doubt his loyalty to Breezeclan. He is fiercely proud and protective of his clan, willing to sacrifice his life for the clan's well-being.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Falconstrike is bigger and more muscular than usual Breezeclan cats due to his foreign heritage, and as such, he is less suited to speed and rather more to strength and combat. He is a handsome tom, wiry and muscular, and has dark brown tabby fur with tiger stripes. If not for his short temper, many she-cats would have tried to win him over.
My history, don't go poking around!
Falconstrike was born as a kittypet, then named Lance. When he was 2 months old, he was taken away from his mother and given to another household, far away. His housefolks never bothered to feed him and give him water at regular times, feeling that they had more important matters to attend to rather than taking care of their pet cat. As such, Lance had to learn to fend for himself, as well as foraging for food in rubbish heaps. The man of his housefolk was an alcoholic, and brutally kicked Lance whenever he came near. When he was 7 months old, Lance could take it no more, and ran off into the forest only to encounter the Breezeclan patrol. After putting up a fierce fight, he lost, but impressed the warriors of the patrol and they decided to take him to the leader. The leader of Breezeclan, Galestar agreed to take him into the clan and named him "Falcon", since the clan thought that he was "as fierce as a striking falcon". Hence, a new chapter of Lance - Falconstrike's life started.
Due to his kittypet roots, Falconstrike constantly feels that he has to prove his worth to the clan, and believes that everyone else has to be as good as him - which led to his short temper. He has no patience for kits or apprentices due to his traumatic past, and would not hesitate to claw their ears off if they ever annoyed him.
He was killed by Treewhisker of Seaclan during a border scuffle about a rabbit, and now watches over Breezeclan.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:10 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Icemane.
I'm a proud member of Breezeclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 38 moons (3 years, 2 months.).
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include (kin).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
- Running
- Dreaming
- Playing around
- Reminiscing Memories
- Playing and naming sticks and Twigs
- Friends
- What a cat would 'generally' appeal too.
- Food
- Talking
My least favorite things...
- Those who despise the world
- Scornful cats
- Simple cats
- Super mean attitudes
- Going through portals
- Birds
- Not talking
And, my fears.
- Breezeclan getting destroyed.
- All of Twig's family to die.
- The world ending
- My fur getting cut off . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm who I am! What can I say. It can't say I'm not who I am. I'm (if your really that interested in me) a pretty care free cat, if I do say so myself. I have my limits on what's going on but they are very restrictive. I'm pretty careless and what ever killed me, came up without a moments notice because I was waltzing along... And then I died. So, yeah, Don't count on me to be your super warrior. I have an odd tendency, where I name Twig's and sticks. And I don't care how weird that sounds. I'm a brave warrior though, if I know what's going on. I can risk my life for my clan (well not anymore...). But yeah, I also have a birth defect that causes me to have a sudden sugar rush of exhilaration.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I, if I do say so myself, am one of the most handsome and gorgeous toms of Breezeclan, my flowing white pelt almost like a river of the purest water. My deep, hypnotic amber eyes were one of my best tributes and displayed my emotions like a painting, at the best and worst of times.
My history, don't go poking around!
Jeez, your still here? Such is life.
When I was born... I was there. I was a perfectly fine kit. I did the kittish things and what a kit would normally do, but later they found out something odd would happen to me. When your young, it's fine to have a sugar rush every once in a while. I mean, if you didn't, someone would think something was wrong with you! But yeah, I was born with a defect where my blood would pulse loudly in my ears and I would do a random act, with no work on my part. This grew to a mild problem when I was an apprentice to warrior, because no one knew when I was gonna blow. I even was avoided by some cats. That cut deep.
I eventually became a warrior, got an apprentice (I think he did pretty successful in his life. Embergaze), and soon became one of the seniors. And then... the unthinkable happened!
I lost my voice! A dumb bird snatched my prey and dropped me to the floor. And there.
My life continues...
Then I wander out to the woods, and BAM. I die. I was there, and now I'm not.
-Eagle-
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 1:55 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Darkshadow.
I'm a proud member of Nightclan/Seaclan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 27 moons.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Bramblefire and Eaglesoar (Brothers) Rainkit, Envykit, and Pinekit.(Kits).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
. Hunting
. Shatteredfang
. Fighting
. Nightclan
My least favorite things...
. Seaclan
And, my fears.
. Dying(But I already did..). : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Most cats think I'm evil. But some see the good in me. I like to hunt alone. And I can be cranky some days. Almost everyone thinks I'm a killer. But, Something took a hold of me. And I don't like Kittypets much.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a gray tabby tom. I have pale green eyes too. And a white muzzle. I look angry sometimes even when I'm not. So don't be fooled by it.
My history, don't go poking around!
Just after I was born, my parents ran away to become kittypets. But I was really born into Nightclan. No one wanted me to know, so queen named Spottedstripe took me in as her own. Her kit named Redkit (Redfur.) And I became very close. Always play fighting and pretending to be the leader of the clan. When we were apprentices I strayed out to the twoleg nests. I was terrified. My parents found me and explained they were my parents. I got angry. I ran off and came back to Seaclan. I was screeching at everyone asking them why they didn't tell me my parents were kittypets. I was ashamed. When I was a young warrior Redfur was my only friend. I didn't like most of the clan for lying to me. So I lied to them alot. I killed my own parents because I hated them. And when Rainpaw came to the clan I knew she was a kittypet. Than Redfur fell in love with her. I knew I had to kill her, and Redfur. My many attempts of killing her were always so close. But she survived. Mosstar banished me and I ran to Nightclan and started the fight. I'm so ashamed of what I've done! Later after the battle I fell in love with A Nightclan she-cat named Shatteredfang. I ended up having kits with her, but she died during birth.
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