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 Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 9:50 am
Welcome, honored warriors. Here is where your cat's profile is moved to after their death. 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.
Your dead cats might be mentioned in future dreams. We'll let you know if we want you to roleplay it.
You do not own your StarClan cats; once you kill them, you give them up. You can still mention them or use them in your other cat's dreams if they were related.
Welcome to StarClan!
( There is no one singular mod of StarClan, but if you want to add anything else to your profiles, just ask the Mule. )
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 5:25 pm
Owned by Memories in the Mist  . : About Me : . My name is Cindermoon.
I'm a proud member of StormClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 18 moons.
I'm a deputy.
My kin include my sister, Hauntedheart. Though I don't know we are related. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
~ Her clan
~ Kits
~ Rainstorms
~ Being alone
~ Her best friend, Silverstar
~ Peace
My least favorite things...
~ Fighting
~ Cats teasing her about being blind
~ Being an outsider
And, my fears.
~ Her clan mates dieing
~ Badgers . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
(Personality, paragraph form. No less than 6 sentences)
It's what I am, like it or not.
(Appearance, paragraph form. At least 5 sentences)
My history, don't go poking around!
Cinderkit was brought to StormClan by her mother, Weathersky. the she-cat said that she gave birth to the kit while out on a walk and that her father was Moontail, a warrior that passed away last moon. Cinderkit was raised by her mother and only a few days later, the clan found out that Cinderkit was half-blind. Cinderkit had no litter mates, but she had fun with her den mates. When the time came for Cinderkit to become an apprneitce many of the clan cats tried to convice her of becoming a medicine cat, but Cinderkit didn't want to be a medicine cat. She wanted to hunt and fight and be a warrior. So, not matter how hard the cats pleaded, Cinderkit wouldn't listen.
Cinderpaw did become an apprentice and her mentor was Snowstar, the past leader. She trained hard and even caught a bird on her first day. She proved that, even through blindness, she was a top apprentice. She never made any friends as an apprentice because she was very quiet and shy around other cats her age. Although she got along very well with the older warriors.
When she was eight moons she finally made a friend. Her name was Sunpaw. The two seemed to be best friends as soon as Sunpaw became an apprentice. The tow tried to do everything together. They tended to the elders together, hunted and trained together, and slept together. They were best of friends and Sunpaw didn't mind that Cinderpaw was half-blind. All Sunpaw saw was a great and smart she-cat. Although, their friendship was not meant to last forever.
It happened two moons later. It was a normal day in the clan and Sunpaw and Cinderpaw were busy, for Cinderpaw was going to become a warrior anyday then. The ten-moon-old apprentice and her best friend couldn't wait. Suddenly, a yowl broke the peace as NightClan divided into camp. They were being invaded! The two apprentices charged into battle. They tried to stay together but with Cinderpaw's blindness and the fight, the two were separated. Cinderpaw fought hard. She defeated a warrior and then went to aid a fellow warrior. It was only then did she hear the blood-curling yowl of Sunpaw. The apprentice pushed through cats to find her friend. It was only then did ShadowClan retreat and Cinderpaw reached her friend's side. She couldn't see her but she knew she was on her side. She nudged her and licked her but Sunpaw didn't respond. She let out yowl and tried to wake her friend, but Sunpaw was gone.
That night the clan mourned for her and Snowstar granted her a warrior name to see her off to StarClan. Sunhope was sent to StarClan as a full warrior. It was also that night that Cinderpaw was made a warrior, right after her friend. She was then Cindermoon and moved to the warriors den. it took the young she-cat a long time to get over Sunhope's death and even moons later, the she-cat still mourned for her dead friend. No matter how hard the warrior tried to forget Sunhope she never could. She no longer looked forward to hunting or anything else.
To help her, Snowstar gave her Redpaw to mentor. At first, Cindermoon couldn't find joy in training but the young tom slowly grew on the twelve moon she-cat. he was always eager and raised her spirits. He taught her how to have fun again. She trained him for five moons until he became Redbird and Cindermoon was very proud of him. After five moons the two had become best friends and Redbird soon took the place that would of been Sunhope's but Cindermoon didn't mind. She needed a friend and Redbird was just that.
When Silverstar annouced that Cindermoon was to be the new deputy, Cindermoon was in shock but accepted the position.
Cindermoon died in the battle against the Slayers. She died bravely fighting for her Clanmates.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2012 5:31 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Salt-tail.I'm a proud member of BreezeClan. I'm a she-cat, I should know.I'm nineteen moons. I'm an Warrior.My kin include Pepperpaw.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
-Cloudy days
-Sleeping
-Training with Jaywing
-Rabbits
-Ghostkit
My least favorite things...
-Being woken up
-Border patrols
-Herbs
-Spadestripe
And, my fears.
-Being scolded
-Fire
-Snow . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I don't like being bothered. If I am, however I will be in a horrible mood for most of the day. I hate border patrols, it is much to far for me to walk and makes my paws sore. I don't like having to groom myself and find it a waste of time when I could be training with my mentor, Jaywing. I like to believe my mother is watching me from StarClan. I am not a romantic or passionate she-cat though sometimes I can be wise.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am completely white and have light grey eyes. I don't know how I got my white pelt because it's not from my mother, she was black. I guess it was from my father, but I did get my eyes from Sootclaw. I am often dirty and my fur is almost always messy. I don't like grooming myself because I would rather be hunting or training with my mentor.
My history, don't go poking around!
My brother, Pepperpelt, and I were born and raised in BreezeClan. My mother died during kitting. The medicine cat did what she could but was only able to save us. I was told that Sootclaw died with a smile on her face, knowing that her two kits were healthy and would be well looked after. We grew strong and made friends easily enough. I don't know if I can call it love, but I know I had strong feelings for Ghostkit.
I died during the tyrade of Talon, fighting for my Clan.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:45 pm
Owned by thistleclaw  . : About Me : . My name is Treespirit.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 21 moons (Timskip).
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include Ravnestar(Mother) Blackflame (Sister). . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
•Kits
•Dark Nights
•Puresun
•My Family
My least favorite things...
~Hauntedheart
~Lightning
And, my fears.
~Foxes. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Treespirit is a quiet tom, with a lot of thoguht inside of him. He can be quite talkative and annoying at times. But he's always their for a good friend. If you get to know him, you wouldn't judge hom on his Relations to the clans. He trys harder than any cat, just to prove himself.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Treespirit is a light bornw tom. With eye's that change color depending on his mood. their usually a deep forest green. But in some cases, a lgiht amber color. He has a bunch of scar's on his left hindleg. And he's blind in his right eye.
My history, don't go poking around!
Treespirit was born to Ravenflight. As a kit, he didn't know his Sister, until the day she came back. Treekit was told to avoid her, but he knows better now. When he became an Apprenitce, the tom could see through both of his eye's. And when the foxes attacked, it left an ever lasting scar on him. He is lbind in one eye. With bad scar's on his left hindleg. When Treespirit became a Warrior, he didn't care. He just knew it was an honor, it didn't mean cats would still accept ihm for his 3/4's of the clan heritage.
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 1:59 pm
Owned by Thistleclaw  . : About Me : . My name is Trapflight.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a Tom, I should know.
I'm 16 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Snowcherry(MotheR) Shadow (Father) Firerain, Sandpaw (Siblings) Pebbleheart,(Aunt) . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
•Valorkit
•My Family
My least favorite things...
~Annoying cats
~Fighting
~Hatred
And, my fears.
. : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Trappaw is a charmer. He is very charming, and lovable, he only wants peace in everything. He can never think of everyone being violent towards each other. Thats why he was so determined to make up with Firepaw. Trappaw is always trying to sovle problems, even if he gets in trouble. He's a joker to, and quite the prankster.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Trappaw is a fluffy tom. His fur a beautiful light color. His green blue eye's beautiful and amazing. He is very charming looking. His green blue eye's are large. He is small but well built. The urnto f the litter as he was when he was born. Adn he's still the smallest as an Apprentice.
My history, don't go poking around!
Trappaw was born to Snowcherry and Shadow. The first time he saw his Mother, he loved her. He ofund out the voices in his head were thoughts. As Pebbleheart told him. Soon after he was born he began fighting with Firekit, a few moons later they were brothers again. Best friends even. His Sister he's way too overprotective of her. Always watching her, and by her side. He loves Sadnpaw and would do anything for her.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 9:16 am
Owned by hundredpercentasian  . : About Me : . My name is
Pebbleheart.
I'm a proud member of BreezeClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 32 moons old.
I'm a queen.
My kin include Blossomkit and Shadow. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
-Spending time with my siblings
-Kits
-Peace
-Romance
My least favorite things...
-Any enemies that brings harm to her loved ones
-Rain and being wet
-Violence
And, my fears.
-Badgers
-Any inconvenience that encounters Blossomkit . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Pebbleheart is a warm-hearted she-cat. Her loved ones are the only significant things in life for her. She is known to be a very patient, nice and protective she-cat. Although Pebbleheart is positive, she only has one negative thing. Those who dare harms Blossomkit, she will not hesitate to hurt them, even if she hates violence itself. Other than that, she just wants her loved ones to be safe.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Pebbleheart is a beautiful she-cat who doesn't focus on her appearance at all. She has a slender body due to her not eating well, incredibly bright green eyes and a mix of orange/brown fur. She has white fur on the bottom of her belly and paws. Pebbleheart has only a bit of similar appearance with Shadow, if you look very closely, but other than that, they look very different. Pebbleheart got her appearance from her mother.
My history, don't go poking around!
When Pebbleheart was young, she had her parents, her brother Shadow and her new born sister Blossomkit. Pebbleheart was a loner with her family, knowing that nothing will happen. Unfortunately her parents were killed in a battle with a badger. Pebbleheart thought her and her siblings would be killed by the badger. However the badger ranaway from a twoleg who kidnapped Shadow. Pebbleheart was going to go after her brother, but unfortunately was ordered from her brother to escape. Pebbleheart had to carry Blossomkit, for she was only a newborn. Both Pebbleheart and Blossomkit were then taken in from a BreezeClan warrior, they trusted them, since they were only kits and not rogues.
Pebbleheart was chosen for deputy. When her son, Shadestripe, drowned in a flash flood, grief consumed her and she committed suicide by eating deathberries. Most of BreezeClan only think she died from grief, however.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2012 3:32 pm
Owned by Winged Timberwolf  . : About Me : . My name is Puresun.
I'm a proud member of NightClan.
I'm a queen, I should know.
I'm 33 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include Richmoon (brother), Lavenderstar (mother, deceased), Hawkears (father, deceased), and Richmoon (brother).
Her first litter was Irekit, Vanitykit, Caravekit, Bitterkit, Tritekit, and Avaricekit.. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
<3 Kittens!
<3 Forsaken...;w;
<3 My Clan
<3 Talking
<3 Dreams
<3 My kittens...v_v
<3 Making friends
<3 Talking
<3 Training with my apprentice
<3 Talkinggg!
My least favorite things...
:C
And, my fears.
! Dying
! Hurting others
! That my children are unhappy . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Hello there! I'd like to think I'm friendly and easygoing, with a bit o NightClan wit laced in! I love to listen and talk, and I always try to think clearly. I can be a bit stubborn at times, but don't worry, I'm a loyal friend! Most days I just enjoy being alive and I'm almost always constantly happy.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am what twolegs call a "scottish fold", but I sure don't know that! I'm a short cat with stubby legs (munchkin trait), and my belly almost brushes the ground. My ears are folded downwards and my face is kinda flat. I have a light calico appearance-not heavily spotted at all. My base color is white with a few large brown, dark brown, and occasionally black spots. I have hints of silver here and there too, but it's not from old age. If you make fun of my weight, I'll be sure to cuff your ears-! ;_;
My eyes are a beautiful hazel color (the picture is accurate except for the eyes,so pardon; Timber couldn't find a good pic :c hazel is a green-brown color. )
My history, don't go poking around!
Oh boy, this is gonna be hard to tell! I'll try to shorten it for ya.
Long story short, I was born with a strong affection for my mother, father unknown. It never bothered me. Anyway, I stumbled upon this demon dude, Forsaken, who I ended up fallin in love with, though I'm hesitant to confess to him.
He's got this nemesis-demon, Blood, who I think is his brother...I'm not sure! Anyway, the guy tried to possess my mind but somehow got me pregnant. Don't ask how it happened, I have NO clue. Anyway, now I had a problem because I was pregnant with a non-Clan thing's kits. I barely managed to hide it and Forsaken helped me give birth in secrecy.
Forsaken then took them to an Order place or whatnot. I'm not sure; he just promised me they were safe. But I had faith in him...and he succeeded in bringing them there, although Bitterkit killed Irekit in a rage. Blood apparently possessed Bitterkit, but Forsaken and some foggy female cat lured him into eating this sacred herb that freed him from my baby's soul. Forsaken left the litter under the Order's care.
This is a secret I plan admitted to my Clan (except for the Order part). I hated lying, and I hated having them in secret (though it's a good thing they didn't see it...the birth was far from normal >> They ARE demon-kits, after all .-. ) The Clan was shocked and it took me many moons to gain their trust back, what little I did gain back.
Another secret I stumbled upon was the Phantom of dead cat's hollow, whom has some connection to my mother. I promised him not to tell the Clan he existed for real, but I was curious as to how he came onto our land...
Hm, other than that...I guess my life ain't so interestin-!
(Oh who am I kiddin, I bit off more than I could chew with this demon-stuff. Mousedung! :C )
(( Series 2 continuation ))
Turns out the Phantom had once been a NightClan cat...but that's a story you'll have to look for in another profile! I don't know if he'll rejoin us, or what in the world Foxfur is going to do with him.
Blood seems to have finally lost interest in me, though it's not exactly good because he's got his sights on Sungaze's new litter, seeing as he haunts their bloodline. Creepy. I'm a bit glad he's out of my fur, but I fear for my friend and her children.
I've recovered a bit from my turbulent past. I'm cheerful and a bit immature, like I used to be, and was as close to my mother as I was before everything that happened. The day she died was horrible for me, but I managed to make it through with the thought of her watching me from above.
I hunt more often than I go on patrols or fight because I'm much better at hunting, and I visit the nursery often because I miss my own children. I like playing with the kittens, too, when their mothers permit me.
I hold a sort of misfit status now. My sin is not secret and is public, and thus I must always face snickers or jeers. However, this was not a secret wrenched from me; rather, I gave it out willingly, wishing to seek redemption in the living world rather than the spiritual. This harsh reality keeps me sharp and grateful for what I do have. However, my sin will always haunt me, making me wish I could have been more pure. It was not truly even my fault; I did not choose to become pregnant by Blood. But I still hold myself responsible for getting involved with Forsaken to begin with...
Anyhow, I wake up every day knowing my kittens are someplace far from me, and I shall never see them again. That's a hard thing to know, but I also know they are safe, and it keeps me going. Avarice visits me in my dreams, updating me on my kitten's status. He is apparently a psychic of some sort. I ask if he can visit everyone's dreams, but he shakes his head and tells me "No- just yours."
He is my only solace, my connection to my children.
Now, I debate what feelings I really have for Forsaken. Is it really love, or just sick obsession with fixing? I have a constant desire to fix him as if he were broken (well, he pretty much is). But what right do I have to say that? What right do I have to "fix" him, especially if he doesn't want to be fixed...?
I don't know. What future could I possibly have for him?
Well, there's only one way to find out. I have to tell him-and then see what happens next.
I died saving Cipherkit and Stunkit from being crushed by the collapsing earth, the death I myself suffered. It was awful and terrifying, and so very sudden. I always thought I'd know when my death was coming...
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