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Tomkit •Looking for family, best friends and rivals!
TINYSHADE •Looking for an apprentice, rivals and fights. Mate.. Well that's very possible, but its going to take a special guy. •Perfectly suited to play the baddie in any plots. She may not be inherently evil, but she is quite a b***h.
Grinjaw •Looking for old friends, and perhaps a star crossed lovers type tragedy. His profile is still under construction.
Posted: Wed May 14, 2014 8:16 am
Grinjaw
Personality: Grinjaw is a very laid back cat, so much so that nothing really seems to phase him. Many believe that this is one of the main reasons he has gotten along so well with irritatingly angry Tinyshade. In his opinion, life is entirely too hard and short to let every tiny thing bother you, to let the opinions of others dictate your thoughts and emotions. He stands his grounds on his beliefs with a smile, laughs off insults with quick little quips of his own. A shadow clanner could count on one paw the number of times hey have seen this cat angry, and most of those have been Tinyshade's doing. He loves his clan, but knows very well that cats are fallible. Starclan might have their paw in picking leaders, but to his knowledge its the leaders who chose their deputies, not starclan. While forever polite and smiling, he watches his leaders with a hard eye. Bad leaders have played havoc with Shadowclan in the past, and will undoubtedly do so in the future. In the event of the next nine-lived catastrophe he is prepared to gather his own, protect them, and leave the clan if need be. He refuses to be a part of some idiot's scheme just because of a damned oath. In his mind, honor will always take a back seat to doing what is right. As for his firecracker little friend, well, he does his best to keep an eye on Tinyshade, for while he does admit she is a capable warrior, he does not think she is a capable cat. She has no idea how to interact with others, despite his repeated lessons. He loves her dearly, like a brother would love a sister, or a father their own kit, but she speaks a language all her own in a tongue made of curses and harshness. He almost admires her black and white view of the world, but it makes him sad that she looks at things with such unforgiving simplicity. The hard times bound them together, and now the only family they have is each other. He will always be watching out for that daft little cat, more to protect her from herself than anything else.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:29 am
Tomkit
Thunderclan
Wants to grow up to be a manly man, little kit with a big heart, feels the need to overcompensate for his girly coat.
Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:31 am
Lionsleap
skyclan
a fleet little daredevil who loves her clan and cares for everyone in it like they're her family.
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Posted: Wed May 21, 2014 9:51 am
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Baloo Cuz I'm a joker, I'm a smoker, I'm a midnight toker... Gettin my lovin on the run...
Personality: Blue is a fun loving tom, jovial and glad by his very nature. He is more proned to joking than fighting--though to be honest he never could turn away from a good fight. He is protective of his own, and far too goofy to be terribly prideful. He tends to get some static for being an ex-kittypet, and when they call him soft he just laughs and says of course he is--he's one big squishy ball of fur. And muscle. And teeth. He doesn't allow himself to be bothered by the taunts so much any more, but the look of being completely and utterly u amused paired with sarcastic retorts tends to get him into fights anyway. When it comes to ladies and kittens he is quite a push-over. He adores kits and their honesty, and without really trying tends to find himself teaching and playing around them. Moreso than any fight or other mark one can leave upon the world, he finds the care of kits to be the most important thing one can do in this world. As for ladies... They push him around almost as much as kits do. A terrible, but respectful, flirt, he is more comfortable around them now than he used to be. Being a scarred up, ex kittypet has taken the pressure off, so to speak. He knows there are those who look down on him, and so long as they keep their whiskers in their own business, he doesn't mind it. This clan saved his life, and gave him a home when he no longer had one. There are wonderful cats in it, even if some of them don't like him. In his book, that alone is something worth cherishing and protecting--so he will. Physical Description: A fairly large cat, he may be physically smaller than some toms he bears a surprising density. This makes it rather difficult to climb trees or move quickly, but it does make him a heavy hitter, and hr knows how to use his bulk to his advantage. He incurably smells dusty and earthy, and his voice is harsh and raw, with a strange almost southern twang History:Once upon a time, Blusescar went by the name of Balli. The small farmstead he lived on rested at the far borders of the shadow clan. He had come to this place as a kitten, along with his mother and sister. He and the other farm cats were almost a clan of their own, hunting vermin out of the feed and hay, even working in tandem with the large shaggy dogs who kept the coyotes at bay. They had their tiffs with the neighboring shadow clan. In the depths of winter some of the more desperate hunters would come after the mice and rats that took cover in the barns, in the summer the barn cats turned lazy and forgot their boundaries. Then came one winter, one dreadful winter. His mother took ill, and then his sister. Their kits would have starved, Balli's own daughter included, had Baloo's beloved lady not wisked them away for care. So many strange things during that time, his lady packing boxes, the prey turned sour, the shadow clan no longer encroaching just for prey, but the dry kibble as well? Then came the day. The day one of those weakened, small shadow clan cats had decided that it was enough, that they had enough of the warm and well fed barn cat that stood between them and unspoiled food. Baloo didn't realize he was being baited into the woods until it was too late. His pelt was nearly unmarked then. When three of the warriors swarmed him, he had no choice but to run. They were fierce for hard lives, hunger and much at steak. Not even he could hate them for it. They drove him straight through their territory, and by the grace of starclan, it was the Thunderclan medicine cat that found him. They patched his wounds as best they could, and helped him heal, and when he was ready he traced the long journey around shadow clan and back to his old home with the help of a warrior. When he arrived, his lady's scent was long stale, and he finally understood what the boxes had been for. With a heavy heart he followed. The warrior back to the clan in hopes he might find something there. He was a known fighter, a fair hunter, and he owed them a debt if nothing else. In time he earned the name Bluescar, and put away the memories of his old home. Someday, maybe he will make the long journey back to the old territory, back to that old farm house with its shaggy white dog and the ghosts of his family. But for now, he is home.
Birth Date: Aquired May 12, 2014. Born in the depths of the plagues that drove the clans from their homes. Personality: Tinyshade has the emotional range of a teaspoon. She is, quite simply, always some shade of angry. This, however, is not to say that she has no feelings or does not care about others. She will never change her harsh and intense personality, nor her fierce and aggressive nature, but there are those who she does indeed care about, and they are doing their best to teach her that anger is not needed at all times. The problem lies in he fact that her immediate and eternal anger is used as a self defense mechanism, mostly to cover her own insecurities. She never much cared for others as a kit, and despised the pity in their eyes. When she grew she despised the way everyone (literally) looked down on her--an apprentice barely bigger than a kit. She hated the way she looked up to the warriors with big, hopeful eyes, knowing, just knowing, they were all hoping for any apprentice but her. She hated the way everyone in the clan seemed to know that her mother, her brothers, her sisters, all of them had starved just for this runt to live. Even now when she has become a warrior, fierce and true, she still feel those eyes at her back. It was her mentor, Grinjaw who took much of the fight out of her, took most of that wildness and taught her loyalty to the clan. She loves him dearly, though none but the two would ever really know it, and thinks of him as the family she never had. When she is spitting mad and angry at the world, to this day it is often Grinjaw who pulls her back to her senses. Even as a warrior, she goes to him for advice when she questions herself. Her loyalty to him comes only second to her loyalty to the clan.
History: Physical Description: Tinyshade weighs in hardly bigger than a fresh apprentice. The malnutrition she experienced as a kitten permanently stunted her growth. She has grown into a stealthy, fast and vicious little fighter. She carries herself lightly, almost bouncing on her toes. Her scent is warm, and slightly spicy. Her fur is fine, and almost feathery, and oddly enough, is more indicative of her mood than anything. Plots: Relationships: •Grinjaw--Her mentor. While he was her mentor, he became the father she had never known and the brothers she had lost. Initially she hated him, though then there was virtually nothing she did not hate, but somehow the warrior seemed to understand her, and stranger yet, believe in her. She loves him dearly as a friend, and places him second only to the clan.
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