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 Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:50 pm
 Welcome, SeaClan cats. Here is where your cat profile is posted AFTER THEY HAVE BEEN ACCEPTED IN THE PROFILE APPROVAL THREAD and your character comes alive. You are always well-fed due to the sea and the river nearby, and you thank StarClan for your blessings.
Your leader is Shiftstar.
Your deputy is Dragonfire.
Your medicine cat is Oceanmist.
Your medicine cat apprentice is [OPEN]Welcome to our Clan!(Series 2 cats only, no old profiles of deceased cats please.
I.e., just copy the profiles you posted in the Profile Approval threads and paste them here. )
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 7:52 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Griffonsea.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons (but I look like 16 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 also hangs around apprentices, enjoying their own childishness and curiosity and heavily encourages them to explore with her. She's gotten into trouble with mentors for spending too much time with apprentices; she doesn't mean to intrude, she just loves spending time with them. The only reason this would not happen would be if she had an apprentice of her own. xD
Griffonsea 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 went through a depression after the death of her real mother but has currently recovered fully and is back to her old self.
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 did not even get her final wish.
(( Series 2 continuation ))
Griffonsea has recovered from depression and is the same as before. She is secretly teaching Dragonfire, who is now SeaClan deputy, how to swim, seeing as Dragonfire isn't very good at it. It's a secret they keep. They are rival-friends who constantly love to compete against one another. Griffonsea makes a sport out of bothering Dragonfire, but in the end they are always best friends!
Griffonsea is admittably single and has not yet thought about a mate. It's in the back of her mind. Though perhaps some tom will come and claim her wild heart...;D
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:28 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Burningpelt.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 23 moons.
I'm a young warrior.
My kin include no one....that I count, at least... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
~ Being alone
~ Being quiet
~ Fishing
~ Swimming
~ Cats who aren't boastful
My least favorite things...
~ Cats that are boastful or full of themselves
~ The wind
~ Strangers
~ Being pressed for information
~ Sunlight
And, my fears.
~ Animals that could potentially kill her
~ Confrontation
~ Thunderstorms
~ Tight places. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Burningpelt is a very modest she-cat. She doesn't like to show off to many. She tends to slip away from groups and can't stand to be around a lot of cats. She's somewhat claustrophobic, and has a pathalogical fear of thunderstorms. She gets embarassed easily, and hates that a lot. She ht her head one too many times as a kit, and tends to blank out in conversations randomly due to brain damage. She hates throwing temper tantrums, and is pretty tolerant of others around her, as long as it isn't some mean, really boastful tom. She is a klutz even when it comes to breathing, considers herself to be an okay hunter [she's actually pretty good. Remember, she's pretty modest.].
It's what I am, like it or not.
Burningpelt considers herself to not be pretty, but she's actually kind of pretty. is a dark orange colored bengal she-cat. Her fur is relatively short. Her nose is slightly darker than the rest of her face. She has two relatively thin, brilliant orange streaks stretching from her muzzle, travelling down her neck, but fade to the dark orange like on her face. Her stomach is the same orange as well as her chest. Her legs slowly fade into a light cream color. Her tail is of normal length, and she has small paws. Her eyes are a striking teal color. She has darker orange spots littering her body, except on her legs.
My history, don't go poking around!
Burningpelt was born to her mother and father, whom she doesn't like to consider as her mother and father. As a kit, her brother and father always hinted off that she wasn't going to be a good warrior, since she was short. She decided this was to be true, and soon began receding into her 'shell'. She wouldn't play with the other kits, and would sulk tiredly in the elders den all day, listening to stories.
When it came time for her to become an apprentice, she had many doubts, and so did her brother and father [mumzie died earlier]. She never really spoke to her mentor, and was always thinking and focusing on how she wasn't good enough. She receded even further, and never participated in fighting assessments. She was a frustration on her mentor, and eventually, he said that she wasn't worth the effort of teaching. Her warrior ceremony happened after that. Even though she felt that she really didn't deserve the title of warrior, she didn't protest. It was better than being bossed around by so called 'superiors'.
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 10:37 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Stonepaw.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 15 moons.
I'm a apprentice.
My kin include Burningpelt [I know. Embarassing, right?].. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
~ Annoying others
~ Teasing she-cats
~ Hunting
~ Fishing
~ Running around
My least favorite things...
~ Other toms
~ The night sky
~ Weaklings
~ Burningpelt
And, my fears.
~ Being outdone by someone else
~ Climbing trees. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change who I am.
Stonepaw is the arrogant sort of tom who doesn't hold back or back down from anyone. His enjoyments include eating and being competitive. He loves taunting others and angering others too. He doesn't play with other cats unless he thinks he can make a complete and utter fool out of his opponent. He's a bit headstrong sometimes and much too over-confident.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Stonepaw is a normal sized bluish gray, sleek tom with white paws. His eyes are a striking teal color, the same shade as his half-sister's. His legs fade to a cream color from his shoulders, much like the way Burningpelt's do also. His paws are lightly peppered black, but aren't naturally done so. It's dirt, stained in his pelt. Stonekit's body is littered with tabby stripes that are a slightly bluish gray tham the rest of his body. Larger, dark gray stripes stretch from his back, wrapping around his body. They almost touch together on his belly, but they don't. A trademark, somewhat crooked grin graces his slightly darker muzzle often.
My history, don't go poking around!
Stonepaw was born to hate his half sister [Burningpelt, to be featured post time-skip.]. His father always laughed and insulted her in front of him. Since he felt whatever father did was right, he followed suit. It was the only way he knew. Constantly, the tom shunned his half sister, always laughing at her mistakes, and taunting her. His father's untimely death didn't change that one bit. He hates his sister though. He has drilled it into his mind that his stupid kin had taken precious time from his father, and her incompetance had drven the tom to death. He constantly makes fun of the she-cat.
Stonepaw's kithood was an often lonely one, but honestly, that didn't faze him. He drove others away with his boastfulness and arrogant attitude. He constantly seeked out cats to defeat, winning some and losing some.
Stonepaw went through most of his apprenticehood normally as any other cat would, but when he was eleven moons, he was out hunting one day. He chased a rabbit over the thunderpath and ended up getting hit. He spent three moons in the medicine cat den. The accident left him with occasional leg pains and permenant breathing issues, so he can't run for long distances anymore or over-exert himself with activities like swimming. Fighting also occasionally renders him out of breath. His apprenticeship was also prolonged due to the accident.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 2:44 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Ravenwing.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 28 moons (2 year 4 months) (OH NO HE'S OLD).
I'm a warrior.
My kin include None, all deceased.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-She-cats
-Flirting
-Charming pretty she-cats with my irresistible good looks
-Swimming
-Hunting
-Stormkit, because he shows great potential
-Lavenderstar, because she's stunning
-Willowheart, because she's beautiful
My least favorite things...
-Lightningstrike
-Hard-to-charm she-cats
-Being rejected by a she-cat in front of everyone
-Any disturbance of peace
-Being humiliated by a she-cat (e.g. Lavenderstar slapping him at the Gathering)
And, my fears.
-Embarrassing myself
-Staying single for the rest of my life. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Ravenwing is one of the most flirtatious cats of the clans. He is an irresistibly handsome tom, and he knows it. With his sugar sweet words and enchanting voice, he tries to charm any she-cats he sees, not necessarily to become mates but just to get the she-cats' attention. Rank means nothing to him, and he will even flirt with the leader of his clan or other clans if he gets the chance. This, however, does not mean that he is not a loyal warrior. Aside from his flirtatious personality, Ravenwing is one of the best hunters in the clan, though he is not big and muscular like some other toms so he is not one of the top warriors.
The only she-cat who seems to be able to control him, and the only one he seems to be afraid of, is Shiftstar. He is utterly terrified of her unnerving owl-like stare, and she knows it.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Ravenwing is jet black from head to toe with sleek, well groomed fur that he spends hours on each day, to make himself look handsome and dashing to she-cats. His eyes are a clear green, the colour of leaves. He is of medium build, not as big and strong as some but not so small that he would be weak either. His lithe build and silky smooth pelt are perfect for swimming, hence being one of the best hunters in the clan.
My history, don't go poking around!
Ravenwing was born to a litter of three, to the same mother as the leader of his clan Mosstar. The first of the litter, a tom, did not survive the first leaf bare, and the second died of greencough. Ravenwing was thus left as the only survivor of his litter, and getting all his mother's attention.
As he grew up, it became clear to his clanmates that he was a laid back and carefree cat, not one to start a fight but not one to back down from one either. His mentor began to worry about his progress, since he seemed to spend more time trying to charm she-cat apprentices than training.
He has tried his luck with Lavenderstar, but despite being publically slapped by the Nightclan leader, his good mood never fazed. In the Gathering, however, by chance he laid his eyes on Willowheart of Nightclan...and could not get her beauty out of his mind ever since.
He was given Desertpaw as an apprentice and taught him well in the way of she-cats, so Desertpaw shows good potential of growing up to be the ladies' man that he is.
During the battle with the slayers at the Gathering, he managed to jump in and protect Lavenderstar from a fatal blow, winning the Nightclan leader's forgiveness. He was left with three deep gashes in his shoulder, which healed without scarring (thankfully).((I COULDN'T RESIST TIMBER)) 
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:00 am
. : About Me : .
My name is Phoenixice.
I am a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a She-cat.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 19 moons old.
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include My mother Hydrawind(deceased) and Dragonfire..
My favorite things!
❁ My family ((Dragonfire))
❁ Kind cats
❁ Peacefulness
❁ Friends
❁ Water/Rain and other types of it
❁ Food
❁ Hunting
❁ Fighting?
❁ Swimming
❁ Sunlight
❁ When cats are happy
❁ The sky
❁ Snow
My least favorite things...
♫ Annoying cats
♫ Mean cats
♫ Cats who think they are better than anyone else
♫ Attention
♫ Being alone
♫ Getting hurt
♫ Snobs and attention seekers
♫ Unnecessary fights
♫ Blood
♫ Loud noises
♫ Being looked down upon or made fun of
♫ Not being understood
And, my fears.
~ Heights
~ Being Useless
~ Not being able to protect some cat
~ Dying
~ Snakes
~ Fire
~ The dark
~ Having to fight by force
~ Going back to the 'arena'
~ Being alone...
. : Getting Personal : .
I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a rather kind and caring cat towards my sister, but I can be extremely cold or get into a fight if I need to, I hate having to show my bad side and I love to be sarcastic. I try to be calm and collected, but can sometimes be a bit aggressive, and hotheaded. I hate it when I don't understand things or become frustrated. I love to have fun but when I'm sad, I force myself to hide it. I don't like worrying others with my emotions or troubles, so I hide it with a fake smile. I do not like to show my feelings of sadness to others. I feel lost and unsure of the memories in the past and I feel like my mind lies to me....like there is something wrong. I'm pretty understanding and optimistic, loving to make friends or help others. I'm extremely protective and will never give up, I'm bold and strong. I won't hesitate to say my feelings or stand up for others, I have a high sense of justice. I'm the kind of she-cat who will put herself in front of others on the front-lines.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm drop dead gorgeous, paired with striking icy blue eyes, almost teal, they sparkle in the moonlight, and seem to shift from a variety of blues. My fur is white, sleek, and always well groomed, I always have it clean and nice. My tail is white with fire colored rings (3) along my full sweeping tail. My long graceful legs consists of autumn and black colored dapples. I have rich orange colored ear tips and forehead, my cheeks have a fire ovaled shape to them. I have 2 beautiful feathers ((a jay and duck feather)) attached to the fur by my left ear. Really, my fur pattern is the complete opposite of my sister's. My body is slender and lithe, sleek and glossy from how I live and was born. It is somewhat muscled here and there, and gives me great gracefulness. While my sister was surely built for being a great fighter, I seem to be built more for speed and agility. I guess you can say I'm out of the ordinary, I'm dreadfully pretty, but I don't seem to notice nor care. My clan is my top priority, and I tend to keep it that way.
My history, don't go poking around!
Pheonixice has lived in Seaclan for most of her life, but before that happened she was born in a horrible place where illegal animal fights took place. She lost her mother and siblings to those matches, unsure of what happened to them, all she remembers is that she has a sister who she needs to find. Phoenixice's mother was very protective of the kits, until her horrible death. Phoenixice was introduce to a few battles until adopted into a kittypet home. She lived there miserably, until she escaped and was tooken into the clan known as Seaclan. Phoenixice recieved her name from her mother, a mythicial bird of flame, like her coloring, and ice for her icy blue eyes. Her twolegs put 3 beautiful feather that consist of a jay feather and duck feathers, that she actually take pride in, they never come out either.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 7:12 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Lostkit >>> Lostpaw >>> Lostheart.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm six moons old.
I'm a kit.
My kin include my father Rainstorm, my mother Dangerseer, and my sister Lotuskit. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
- My sister
- Playing
- Exploring
- My mother and father
- Being independent
- Impressing warriors
My least favorite things...
- Getting into trouble
- Being told I can't do something
- Being told I'm wrong
- not being able to hear when someone is talking to me
And, my fears.
- Going completely deaf
- My family being killed
- Not being able to protect my clan
- Not being able to become a warrior . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am usually sweet and gentle, but when someone tell me I can't do something, that everyone else can, I snap. I can be very short tempered, and my hearing doesn't help. I am very wary of others, because I usually can't hear what they are saying, and it makes me mad. I can be bold and rambunctious when I'm not careful. I have a bold and adventurous side that often gets me into trouble. I am afraid that I won't be able to become an apprentice because of my hearing problems and I'm always trying to prove myself.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a sleek white tom with short smooth hair. I am thin and lean, my build makes it easy for me to run and hunt. I can fit through small areas do to my smaller that average size. My right eyes is a dark, piercing amber gold. My left eye is a piercing ice chip blue. My eyes have a piecing look to them that scares other cats and makes me intimidating, even for a kit. My nose is pink, which is a contrast to my drastically different colored eyes and my pure white pelt. My ears are larger than most, which makes it deceiving to how bad my hearing really is, I'm surprised that I wasn't named Batkit because of my large ears.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born into Seaclan to Rainstorm and Dangerseer. My littermate is a she-cat named Lotuskit. We are really to apprenticed, and we will be any day now, but I'm afraid that I won't be able to become an apprentice. I am mostly deaf in my left ear and am hard-of-hearing in my right ear. I play with Lotuskit all the time, but never with the other kit. I can tell that my mother is sad because i can barely hear and she fears that I will never become a warrior. I also know that my father is very disappointed in me because I am his only son. I have to fight to prove myself to the warriors, everyday, that I am strong enough to become the best warrior in the forest and that I'm just as strong as the other kits who are ready to become apprentices. I dream is to become the strongest warrior I can be.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 1:08 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Shiftstar.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 37 moons.
I'm a leader.
My kin include Father-Twoface (Deceased) and Mother-Brighteye (Deceased).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Swimming
-Sun bathing
-Sharing Tongues
My least favorite things...
-Gatherings
-Sleeping in
-Night
And, my fears.
-Badgers
-Snakes
-Dogs . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Some call me shy, but actually I am quite talkative, when I have something to say. I enjoy small talk and gossip while sharing tongues, a tradition that has seemed to be lost in the ages. Though sometimes I can find those who will partake in the daily tradition. When I can find a nice patch of sun I will often lay in it until my pelt is nice and hot, though I barely find a perfect patch of sun. I, as well as many SeaClan cats, enjoy swimming, it keeps me fit. Often it also helps me clear my head when the need arises.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a classic dark Tortoiseshell she-cat or average size. My hair is short, but it is thick enough to keep me warm withing the chilly waters. My face is sectioned into two different colors, black and cream, this is where I got my name. My whiskers are also a mixture of black and white which I have always thought was interesting. My body and tail are normal of a Tortouseshell, save a cream colored sock on my left hind leg.
My history, don't go poking around!
I grew up in SeaClan like most. I didn't have an exciting kithood. I was a perfect example of behavior, never doing anything against my mother or father. I slept when they told me, ate when they told me and played when they told me. In those few moments that they didn't tell me to do anything, I was at a loss. I didn't know what to do. As I grew older, so did Twoface and Brighteye. My father died in battle, and my mother of natural causes as an elder. Both deaths hit me hard, but nothing hit me as hard as the most recent death.
Openmind, once Openpaw and my former apprentice was a very cheerful cat. Maine Coon, she had a beautiful pelt and vibrant eyes. I trained her long and hard, waiting until I felt she could be the best in the clan. But it seems I was mistaken. It seems like only sun highs ago that we were practicing her battle techniques. When the snakes attacked Openmind was killed. It deeply saddened me, but I know she is in StarClan watching over SeaClan.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 4:41 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Foxbeam.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Rainface, Redfur, Sunstream, Brambletail, and Bagerfoot.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-My mother
-My siblings
-Nice cats
-My clanmates
My least favorite things...
-Darkshadow
-Mean cats
-Twolegs
-Thunderpaths
And, my fears.
-Dying
-Losing my loved ones. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a very nice cat, though if you anger me I will snap at you. So, don't anger me. I love my siblings, even if they can be annoying and weird at times. I'm friendly, unless you anger me or hurt my friends or family. I'm curious about other clans, but I'm completely loyal to Seaclan.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm a calico she-cat with light green eyes. My paws, muzzle, and chest are pure white. My tail is a bit fluffy, but it's okay. I'm pretty skinny, good for swimming.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Rainface and Redur. I have three other siblings, Sunstream, Badgerfoot, and Brambletail. Badgerfoot and I don't get along very well, but I still love her. I was apprenticed at six moons, my mentor was Sharkhail. She was too harsh when it came to training, she once dropped me into the river when I couldn't swim. When I became a warrior, I was happy I didn't have to train with her anymore. Now, I have a apprentice of my own and I will surely not be aggressive with him.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 4:44 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Rosepetal.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 26 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Rainface, Stormbringer, Drizzle__, and Darkshadow... : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
>My momma!
>My siblings!
>Water!
>Swimming!
>Fighting!
My least favorite things...
And, my fears.
^ Dying..
^ Being alone..
^ Monsters.. . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hello! I'm Rosepetal! I'm a very bubbly she-cat! Even though I'm a warrior already, I still have that kit inside of me. I love to go on adventures and ask questions about things. My mother still gets annoyed about that. I'm quite outgoing, I love speaking to my clanmates.
It's what I am, like it or not.
You want to know what I look like? Well, what do you see? I'm a pale brown she-cat with a whole white tail and holly green eyes. I'm pretty small, but that's fine with me. I think I'm the runt of the litter. I'm satisfied with my build, it's not too small and not too big.
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born to Rainface and Darkshadow. I was to believe my father is Redfur, but he didn't act like a father. I have two other siblings, Drizzle__ and Stormbringer. I love my siblings, I would do anything to protect them. Even die. When the Slayers attacked, I was sad that I didn't get to fight but I was a kit. So, my mother wanted to protect me.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 12:54 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Freezetail.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm .
I'm a 16 moons (I looked it up, it said a warrior is made at 12 moons or up).
My kin include none.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-fighting
-hunting
-talking with clanmates
-winning
-leaf-bare
My least favorite things...
-twolegs
-greenleaf
-smart-mouths
- badgers, foxes, and dogs
And, my fears.
-birthing
-kits
-twoleg monsters
. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Freezetail can be bossy, but tries to cover up this behavior by saying she just 'cares a little too much'. She's a massive gossiper and often very judgemental. The thought of being a mother and having kits scares her immensely. This usually doesn't attract toms to her, despite her dashing appearance. She is incredibly vulnerable to tickling, which not many seem to find out because of her snarky attitude.
It's what I am, like it or not.
More built for the cold weather rather than swimming, Freezetail is a somewhat long-furred grey tabby with green eyes and a completely white tail. Because of this long fur, she has thicker legs, strong from trying to keep her head above water with her longer fur.
My history, don't go poking around!
Freezetail was born as any other kit, except for one thing.
Freezetail, until about two moons into her apprenticeship, thought she was a tom. She surrounded herself with toms, and when the age reached that love started to bloom, she realized her true gender. The thoughts of birthing and being a mother set fear in her, so she tries to keep away from interested toms, usually by putting on a bossy and curt sort of attitude. She also has great fear of twoleg monsters from stories of cats from the clans being killed by the massive things. Because of her tom-like attitude, she preforms exceptionally well in fighting, though isn't the best at hunting because she is a bit reckless at times. She also has a long history of gossiping and being incredibly biased, especially towards kits and apprentices.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2011 1:26 pm
 . : 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 (Depudy).
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
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 10:16 am
. : About Me : . My name is Ludwig.
I'm a proud member of No Clan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 3 moons (12 moons after timeskip).
I'm a kit.
My kin include Angel (mother, deceased) Wolf (sister, deceased). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~Horses
~My baby sis
~My momma
My least favorite things...
~Anyone who scares my baby sis
~Anyone who touches my baby sis
~Anyone who insults my baby sis
And, my fears.
~My baby sis getting hurt
~Twolegs
~Death . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
My name is Ludwig, after some Twoleg who wrote pretty music. I am a very outspoken tom, who will say or do anything to protect my baby sis. I put her needs in front of my own at all times, no matter what the circumstances. I will go up to even the biggest and scariest cats and threaten them if it means my baby sister is safe. I spit in the face of authority, unless it's Momma, and usually don't listen to what other cats say.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm not really anything to look at, but I'm a light brown tom with darker brown stripes all over my pelt. My momma and baby sis say I'm handsome, but I don't know. Anyway, I have bright green eyes that are usually caught in a glare when I'm around any other cats besides my momma and baby sis. I'm unusually big and muscular for a kit, also, which is good for protecting my baby sis. In fact, I tower over most kits.
My history, don't go poking around!
My sister Wolf and I were born to my momma Angel in a Twoleg farm. She was always a sweet and caring momma always called me her little soldier...whatever that is. There was a nice Twoleg there who always fed us milk when she closed the barn at night. But for some reason, she stopped doing that when another Twoleg moved in. We always heard them yowling at each other and lots of bangs. Finally, the nice Twoleg ran into the barn, crying and yowling in fear. Her other, much bigger Twoleg, came in screaming in anger, with a boom stick, I think it's called. It was aiming for the nice Twoleg, but the flash of light hit Momma instead and before we knew it, she was dead. Thinking only about my baby sis, I told her to run like the wind. We ended up in a big forest, and we try to make our living off of it, but it's really hard to hunt. I made a vow to protect my baby sis, and I did my best.
Until she was brutally killed by a badger…it was all my fault. I could have protected her, and I didn’t. Now, I don’t speak. I just sit there and mourn the loss of my beloved baby sis.
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 8:23 am
. : About Me : . My name is Silverstream.
I'm a proud member ofSeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 27 moons old.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include none. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-hunting
-fish
-kits
-sharing tongues
-gatherings
-the sun
-toms
My least favorite things...
-rats
-ticks
-getting dirty
-two-legs
-dogs
-badgers
-foxes
And, my fears.
-dying
-pain
-having no kits . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I'm a happy and fair she-cat. I'm young-spirited for my age. I have bundles of energy to spare. I'm happy most of the time, but when I'm not I try to hide it.I'm easily falttered, influenced and i can be very serious at some times. When I'm mad you'd better stay outta my way!
It's what I am, like it or not.
I'm beautiful silvery grey she-cat. I have sleek fur that shimmers in the water.My eyes are Sapphire blue and I have a dark grey underbelly. My paws have hints of dark grey on them but you can't see it. My nose it a very pale pink
My history, don't go poking around!
I was born in greenleaf to my parents, Snowfur and Spottedwind. My mother died giving birth so I didn't have any siblings. My father died chasing a fox. I was a very mischivous kit. I always snuck into the leader's den and pretend I was the leader. I snucjk in every den, and every nook and cranny. I was never considered a nuisance but just a playful and curious kit! I was apprentice to a cat named Raintail. I was her first apprentice so she was new on the job. Sometimes I felt as if I was the mentor! It soon felt as if I had to drag Raindrop out of bed for that morning hunt she promised me. On the evening of my assessment I caught about five humungus fish! Well maybe they weren't that big but they were big enough for Raindrop's eyes to pop out!. I also caught a vole, and a sparrow. Raindrop was sure impressed. Because you rarely ever see one on SeaClan territory. If you do you probably won't catch one. I was named a warrior at moonhigh. The elder's say that that was a sign I'm suposed to become deputy someday. I'm still working on it but I hope I will become deputy. Raindrop died from saving a StormClan warrior from drowning. She was so kind. But now I really don't like StormClan
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 2:28 pm
. : About Me : . My name is Lotuskit ↘↘ Lotuspaw ↘↘ Lotusblssom (???).
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm six moons.
I'm a apprentice.
My kin include Rainstorm ( father ), Dangerseer ( mother ), & Lostkit ( brother ). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
√ Lostkit
√ Swimming
√ Playing
√ Sleeping
√ Making friends
My least favorite things...
× Being excluded
× Mean kitty-cats D<
× Secrets
× Being alone
× Confrontation
And, my fears.
××× Losing cats that are important to her
××× Letting others down//disappointing others
××× Causing pain to others
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I like to think that I'm quite a nice kitty. I mean cats shouldn't.. um... not like me right? I haven't done anything to them! I try to be the sweetest cat there ever was, and I think my momma would agree with me! So there! I hate to see others sad, and I will always do what is within my powers to make them as happy as can be. I also have a fear of making other cats sad too. Well, not just sad, angry, hurt ANYTHING! other than happy just makes me feel so miserable. Either by me not being able to do something, or just my actions in general, I swear to make myself into a cat that others will be proud to know. I will make myself into a cat that I would look up to, and that others will look up to too. I also have a very bad habit of following cats that I simple adore! ♥♥♥ Like my brother Lostkit for example. My Poppa swears that we're attached by the hip, I follow him around so much! I never follow cats around that I don't like. I follow around my idols! I think that if I watch and learn, that their talents will rub off on me too. My Momma uses the word 'shameless' to describe me, and while I don't really undertstand what that means, I know I'd do anything to find out! I'd swallow two fish whole to find out! My Poppa also says that I shouldn't be so silly all the time and to train as hard as I possibly can. And that I also shouldn't say things that 'shouldn't be said'. I don't get that. I mean what's so wrong with saying the words that are floating around in my head? They don't do any harm, they're just words after all. Sometimes I think that I'll never be as cunning or strong as they are. Of course I'd never tell anyone that, not even dear ol' Lostkit who I trust with grooming my pelt. Life's complicated, no?
In short, Lotuskit is: innocent, childish, reverent and easily tricked.
She's likely to fall prey to evil schemes due to her easy adoration of just about every cat!
It's what I am, like it or not.
Does this really mater? Okaaaay then. Erm, apparently I'm perfect! Perfect size that is for some cat my age. Not too big, not too small, but just right y'know? But that's just about where it ends, which I hate to admit... *sigh. My brother.... Well to be honest I'm jealous about his looks. His pelt is the most beautiful white I've ever seen, so sleek and shiny. But my Momma says I have a nice look to me, that I have a lot of individuality. Which is good right? Because the way she says it makes me think that she's just hiding the fact that I'm ugly. But I'm not-- not really I guess. Anyways my pelt is white also but also has a splash of ginger. I dislike it to be honest, it's not long or silky, or even sleek like my bro's. It's just there... To keep me warm, nothing special really. Trust me. My eyes are pretty regular too right? I mean what cat doesn't have yellow eyes? Sure mine aren't that extremely pretty golden-yellow shade but yellow is fine. A nice match with my plain ginger/white coat. ( Her eyes are the yellow I used for this profile. Y'know the 'About Me', the 'A Little Bit More' etc. It's called 'banana' so I guess her eyes are a banana yellow. ) My Poppa says I should have more confidence in myself. Welllll, there is one thing I really like about myself. And that's my tail. It's unusually long, longer than Lostkit's even! My Momma said it's striped amber and ginger. It's my favourite thing about me. There, that wasn't so bad I guess. All done!
My history, don't go poking around!
A lot of cats say that there aren't even words to explain memories, feelings and such. Well I say there are too many words to describe my last six moons. It was all so much fun with me and Lostkit. He and my parents are all that I remember really. Even now I don't really remember much. I just know that I was happy. A salty, fishy smell. That was my father. Fresh, and sharp smelling, like mint or ferns. That was my mother. And eyes that stole my breath away, no matter how many times I'd already seen them. That was dearest Lostkit. Now with few days left til our apprenticeship, things have become tense. I miss the way Poppa would slap our pelts with fish, and the way Momma cuffed him behind his ear affectionately. I miss their familiar scents ( along with the scent of fish thanks to Poppa! ) always buried deep in my nest in the nursery. A lot of cats protested how weird it was that Poppa visited often but he'd taken his duty as a father seriously. Instead of apprentices teaching us things, Poppa did while Momma observed us all with love in her gaze. It was fun to have all their attention on me and Lostkit. I was indulged, very much so. And now, Poppa keeps giving Lostkit, that look. And while it's not directed to me, it hurts even more to know that it's directed to him. I know that look very well, it haunts my dreams. Disappointment. In my brother, who couldn't help that he was born that way. I fear for the future. Even if the spotlight is not yet on me, I fear that I will crumble under expectations. I must train even harder to make up for Lostkit. It's a secret that's silently eating me from the inside out. But I won't give up. I promise you that. But until then, please let me have these memories to keep, so I won't forget what it was like back then. Back when everybody was happy.
WON'T BE INTRODUCED UNTIL AFTER TIMESKIP !!!
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