YourLocalDemon
I will steal you Walmarts
Ah, I'm meaning I'm still confused on the Medicine Cat Apprentice role.
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Kiri1109
Junior Member
if its listed as open and no one else has made an application for it, chances are it's open.
Kiri1109
Junior Member
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VeiledPariah
The Answer to all your problems!
*:･ﾟ✦ CoalFoot
For the last time my paws are not dirty!, they just look like that. *:･ﾟ✦
For the last time my paws are not dirty!, they just look like that. *:･ﾟ✦
Past Names Coalkit
NAME ORIGIN The bottoms of his pads always look like he has walked over ash and are heavily blackened.
AGE 46 moons
Rank Warrior
GENDER Tom
SEXUALITY Questionable
CRUSH FallingPetal
MATE None
FAMILY BirchFang (Father)
FRIENDS Most of the other warriors
ENEMIES Other clans
PERSONALITY
CoalFoot is a rather crass cat, often trying to use his age as a way to domineer over others. When age and tank fail he would rather resort to size as he is one of the larger more muscular Toms in the clan. Still he is not without his own misgivings. His name for one is one of his vices and if teased his macho persona can crumble or be elevated to anger. He is definitely a let’s his heart lead kind of cat. Which can cause issues at times especially during encounters with others.
History
His mother passed giving birth during leafbare as one of the only kits to make it through the harsh seasons he was taken care of by another queen who felt for the kits plight. His father however resented him from that moment forward. He feels that it was Coalfoots fault having been born the largest kit that he had taken all of his mother’s energy to birth him.
Despite his strained relationship with his father who is now an elder in the clan the Tom looks to the future and to sure his own family with which he will protect over anything else.
Now if only he could get a shecat to look his way...
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
As stated above he is looking for a mate and will go to lengths for it. Could be good cause for drama should it be needed.
OTHER
the Code: Pretty Little Kitties
NAME ORIGIN The bottoms of his pads always look like he has walked over ash and are heavily blackened.
AGE 46 moons
Rank Warrior
GENDER Tom
SEXUALITY Questionable
CRUSH FallingPetal
MATE None
FAMILY BirchFang (Father)
FRIENDS Most of the other warriors
ENEMIES Other clans
PERSONALITY
CoalFoot is a rather crass cat, often trying to use his age as a way to domineer over others. When age and tank fail he would rather resort to size as he is one of the larger more muscular Toms in the clan. Still he is not without his own misgivings. His name for one is one of his vices and if teased his macho persona can crumble or be elevated to anger. He is definitely a let’s his heart lead kind of cat. Which can cause issues at times especially during encounters with others.
History
His mother passed giving birth during leafbare as one of the only kits to make it through the harsh seasons he was taken care of by another queen who felt for the kits plight. His father however resented him from that moment forward. He feels that it was Coalfoots fault having been born the largest kit that he had taken all of his mother’s energy to birth him.
Despite his strained relationship with his father who is now an elder in the clan the Tom looks to the future and to sure his own family with which he will protect over anything else.
Now if only he could get a shecat to look his way...
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
As stated above he is looking for a mate and will go to lengths for it. Could be good cause for drama should it be needed.
Roleplay sample here? It's optional, don't worry if you don't want to. Minimum is at least 5 lines.
OTHER
the Code: Pretty Little Kitties
Kiri1109
Junior Member
adding him up
VeiledPariah
The Answer to all your problems!
*:･ﾟ✦ BirchFang
*:･ﾟ✦ Yes, Yes I am grand, now fetch me a nice mouse little one
*:･ﾟ✦ Yes, Yes I am grand, now fetch me a nice mouse little one
Past Names Birchkit
NAME ORIGIN His fangs are discolored and look like birch wood
AGE 83 moons
Rank Elder
GENDER Tom
SEXUALITY Straight
CRUSH None
MATE BreezeTail(Deceased)
FAMILY Coalfoot, BreezeTail(deceased)
FRIENDS Elders
ENEMIES Coalfoot
PERSONALITY
A rather grumpy cat, doesn’t like kits and finds apprentices rather a nuisance when they are not bringing him food or helping clean him or his dirt. Is old though so he often regales others with his tales of wonder from his own warrior days. Still the ornery cat has some bite when pestered to far like any old Tom.
History
BirchFang was a great warrior and along with his mate BreezeTail a great couple the example for all clan mates how two cats should be. That was until CoalFoot was born and BreezeTail passed into Starclan while giving birth to the kit.
BirchFangs mind snapped and he put all the blame onto the kit choosing then and there that he was not family. Over the years his bitter resentment has only festered. Now an elder he sits and is waited upon as most elders are but if his strength was called upon once more he would gladly give it for the clan.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
I see him endeavoring to destroy any kind of peace and happiness CoalFoot and his mate might try to have.
OTHER
the Code: Pretty Little Kitties
NAME ORIGIN His fangs are discolored and look like birch wood
AGE 83 moons
Rank Elder
GENDER Tom
SEXUALITY Straight
CRUSH None
MATE BreezeTail(Deceased)
FAMILY Coalfoot, BreezeTail(deceased)
FRIENDS Elders
ENEMIES Coalfoot
PERSONALITY
A rather grumpy cat, doesn’t like kits and finds apprentices rather a nuisance when they are not bringing him food or helping clean him or his dirt. Is old though so he often regales others with his tales of wonder from his own warrior days. Still the ornery cat has some bite when pestered to far like any old Tom.
History
BirchFang was a great warrior and along with his mate BreezeTail a great couple the example for all clan mates how two cats should be. That was until CoalFoot was born and BreezeTail passed into Starclan while giving birth to the kit.
BirchFangs mind snapped and he put all the blame onto the kit choosing then and there that he was not family. Over the years his bitter resentment has only festered. Now an elder he sits and is waited upon as most elders are but if his strength was called upon once more he would gladly give it for the clan.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
I see him endeavoring to destroy any kind of peace and happiness CoalFoot and his mate might try to have.
Roleplay sample here? It's optional, don't worry if you don't want to. Minimum is at least 5 lines.
OTHER
the Code: Pretty Little Kitties
Noivian
Drinker of coffees
*:･ﾟ✦ WILLOWDAPPLE
—— Ain't nobody bringing me down! *:･ﾟ✦
—— Ain't nobody bringing me down! *:･ﾟ✦
Past Names — Willowkit, Willowpaw
NAME ORIGIN — Named after the color and texture of her fur.
AGE — 40 moons
Rank — Warrior
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Bisexual
CRUSH — Open
MATE — Open
FAMILY — Pebblestep [father],Littlebeam[mother], Nightfrost [brother], Honeykit [sister], Creamkit [sister] [
FRIENDS — Open
ENEMIES — Open
PERSONALITY
Willowdapple is an outgoing and bright cat, an unwavering beacon of optimism and positivity, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable negativity. She's seen what hopeless and looks and feels like, and has vowed since her kithood to never go back to it. As such, her upbeat bravado often serves to mask the growing uncertainty within her. She knows one leaf-bare, her illness will win against the odds, and strives to live each day like it's her last. She has a bad habit of pushing herself past her limits and wearing herself thin, often the first one to volunteer for each and every patrol. Hardly one to sit still, there's never a dull moment when Willowdapple is around. One could almost forget that she's been on the brink of death many times in her lifetime already.
History
Willowdapple was born the runt of a sickly litter. In fact, the only kit of her litter to not have any health issues was the eldest, Nightfrost. Willowdapple, and her two older sisters, were born sick. The medicine cat at the time determined that it was in the best interest of Nightfrost to be given to a surrogate queen to suckle off of. Only a few days after they were born, Honeykit and Creamkit succumbed to the illness. Determined not to let her other kit die, she did her best to take care of Willowdapple. Unfortunately, the kit's illness took in the queen, who had already been weakened from experiencing complications with their birth. A moon after the kits' birth, Littlebeam too succumbed to the odd illness. Willowdapple from that point on was weaned of moss dampened with another queen's milk and kept in the medicine cat's den for careful treatment and isolation from the rest of the queens and kits. As she grew, the illness subsided and became more manageable, and despite words of caution from the medicine cat, Willowdapple was allowed to become an apprentice and begin training, at which point she moved into the apprentice den. However, unfailingly, every leaf-bare, Willowdapple's mysterious illness would rear its head again, incapacitating her in the middle of the season and only clearing up come newleaf.
Roleplay things
I'd like to see Willowdapple live the fullest life she can despite her illness. Find a mate, have some kits maybe.
OTHER
the Code: Pretty Little Kitties
NAME ORIGIN — Named after the color and texture of her fur.
AGE — 40 moons
Rank — Warrior
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Bisexual
CRUSH — Open
MATE — Open
FAMILY — Pebblestep [father],
FRIENDS — Open
ENEMIES — Open
PERSONALITY
Willowdapple is an outgoing and bright cat, an unwavering beacon of optimism and positivity, even in the face of seemingly insurmountable negativity. She's seen what hopeless and looks and feels like, and has vowed since her kithood to never go back to it. As such, her upbeat bravado often serves to mask the growing uncertainty within her. She knows one leaf-bare, her illness will win against the odds, and strives to live each day like it's her last. She has a bad habit of pushing herself past her limits and wearing herself thin, often the first one to volunteer for each and every patrol. Hardly one to sit still, there's never a dull moment when Willowdapple is around. One could almost forget that she's been on the brink of death many times in her lifetime already.
History
Willowdapple was born the runt of a sickly litter. In fact, the only kit of her litter to not have any health issues was the eldest, Nightfrost. Willowdapple, and her two older sisters, were born sick. The medicine cat at the time determined that it was in the best interest of Nightfrost to be given to a surrogate queen to suckle off of. Only a few days after they were born, Honeykit and Creamkit succumbed to the illness. Determined not to let her other kit die, she did her best to take care of Willowdapple. Unfortunately, the kit's illness took in the queen, who had already been weakened from experiencing complications with their birth. A moon after the kits' birth, Littlebeam too succumbed to the odd illness. Willowdapple from that point on was weaned of moss dampened with another queen's milk and kept in the medicine cat's den for careful treatment and isolation from the rest of the queens and kits. As she grew, the illness subsided and became more manageable, and despite words of caution from the medicine cat, Willowdapple was allowed to become an apprentice and begin training, at which point she moved into the apprentice den. However, unfailingly, every leaf-bare, Willowdapple's mysterious illness would rear its head again, incapacitating her in the middle of the season and only clearing up come newleaf.
Roleplay things
I'd like to see Willowdapple live the fullest life she can despite her illness. Find a mate, have some kits maybe.
OTHER
the Code: Pretty Little Kitties
Adoptables
Pebblestep - Male, 80 moons, warrior, brown curly fur. Willowdapple and Nightfrost's father.
Nightfrost - Male, 40 moons, warrior, black fur with white spots. Willowdapple's brother.
Pebblestep - Male, 80 moons, warrior, brown curly fur. Willowdapple and Nightfrost's father.
Nightfrost - Male, 40 moons, warrior, black fur with white spots. Willowdapple's brother.
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hufflepuff
i don't know why i'm so interested in this but i AMMMMM-
maybe it's just cuz i'm a sucker for pretty little kitties c:
anyways. can i have the female medicine apprentice role? i'll have my sheet up later today ;u;
maybe it's just cuz i'm a sucker for pretty little kitties c:
anyways. can i have the female medicine apprentice role? i'll have my sheet up later today ;u;
Kiri1109
Junior Member
adding up. Putting your adoptables with the main list as well
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hufflepuff
would it be possible for me to adopt poppykit >.<
Kiri1109
Junior Member
yep! You certainly can!
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hufflepuff
yay!! should i make a sheet for her too, or do you already have one made?
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hufflepuff
*:･ﾟ✦ Moonpaw
—— hush, hush, darlin' *:･ﾟ✦
Past Names — Moonkit
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Moon was chosen due to her soft white coat; kit was changed to paw once she became Cloudgazer's apprentice.
AGE — 6 moons
Rank — Medicine Apprentice to Cloudgazer
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Bisexual
CRUSH — No one at the moment
MATE — No one
FAMILY —Swiftclaw (father), Cloudheart (mother), Sagepaw (sister)
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
PERSONALITY
Moonpaw takes after her mother's kind and patient nature, while her sister takes after their firm and intimidating father. It has been noted by many clan members that Moonpaw is much quieter than her mother, although this lends itself perfectly to her amazing listening ability. She is very comforting; it's easy to see why she's meant to be a Medicine Cat. Although it may seem it, she's not nearly as level-headed as the rest of her family- she's always up for an adventure with her friends.
History
Moonpaw grew up in Streamclan with her family. Her mother works in the nursery helping new Queens and looking after kits, while her father was a strong Warrior until he was killed in battle; it had been rumored for a while before his death that he may be promoted to Deputy. She was young- her and her sister barely remember him -but her mother talks of him fondly, and it's often said that her sister is just like him. Shortly after his death, Moonpaw was approached by Cloudgazer about the Medicine Apprentice position, which her mother encouraged her to accept as it was quite clear to anyone who knows her that Moonpaw was never meant to be a Warrior.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
I'd love it if Moonpaw could find a cute little friend group she could get into all kinds of trouble with c:
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Moonpaw!
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Moon was chosen due to her soft white coat; kit was changed to paw once she became Cloudgazer's apprentice.
AGE — 6 moons
Rank — Medicine Apprentice to Cloudgazer
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Bisexual
CRUSH — No one at the moment
MATE — No one
FAMILY —
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
PERSONALITY
Moonpaw takes after her mother's kind and patient nature, while her sister takes after their firm and intimidating father. It has been noted by many clan members that Moonpaw is much quieter than her mother, although this lends itself perfectly to her amazing listening ability. She is very comforting; it's easy to see why she's meant to be a Medicine Cat. Although it may seem it, she's not nearly as level-headed as the rest of her family- she's always up for an adventure with her friends.
History
Moonpaw grew up in Streamclan with her family. Her mother works in the nursery helping new Queens and looking after kits, while her father was a strong Warrior until he was killed in battle; it had been rumored for a while before his death that he may be promoted to Deputy. She was young- her and her sister barely remember him -but her mother talks of him fondly, and it's often said that her sister is just like him. Shortly after his death, Moonpaw was approached by Cloudgazer about the Medicine Apprentice position, which her mother encouraged her to accept as it was quite clear to anyone who knows her that Moonpaw was never meant to be a Warrior.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
I'd love it if Moonpaw could find a cute little friend group she could get into all kinds of trouble with c:
Amy woke suddenly in a cold sweat, shooting upright into a sitting position. Her chest was heaving. Her throat was tight. Her rest had been disrupted by a nightmare, and now her consciousness was being disrupted by a panic attack. Lowering herself back down onto the mattress, she curled herself around the blanket she’d been using and started letting silent tears fall.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Moonpaw!
Kiri1109
Junior Member
feel free to make a sheet. add your own touches and flairs to her.
Minteafresh
Member
I'm gonna have to drop outta the rp so you can remove Fogpaw & Minx
Kiri1109
Junior Member
alright
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hufflepuff
*:･ﾟ✦ Sagepaw
—— it's never really over *:･ﾟ✦
Past Names — Sagekit
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Sage was chosen simply because her mother liked it; kit was changed to paw once she became a Warrior Apprentice.
AGE — 6 moons
Rank — Warrior Apprentice
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Heterosexual
CRUSH — No one at the moment
MATE — No one
FAMILY —Swiftclaw (father), Cloudheart (mother), Moonpaw (sister)
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
Personality
Sagepaw takes after her late father's strong and intimidating nature. She excels in her Warrior training and takes it very seriously, but fails miserably in the attitude department due to her cockiness- both her attitude and her age are the reasons she hasn't graduated yet; she is truly skilled otherwise. Sagepaw's mentor works more with her on her maturity level than anything else because, while it's humorous at the age of six moons, it won't be when she's older.
History
Sagepaw grew up in Streamclan and is constantly told she's the reincarnation of her deceased father, of whom she barely remembers. She knows he was in line for Deputy, though, and that's enough to make any kit's head explode. Her mother, Cloudheart, is slowly growing more stern with her now that she's an Apprentice, and Sagepaw takes pride in being related to her sister who happens to be the resident Medicine Apprentice (see Moonpaw's bio for more info), although they are often found bickering since they can only be described as polar opposites.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
Looking for a mentor for Sagepaw! Someone who can teach her some humility (hopefully), but can also understand the pressure she'll inevitably feel as she gets older.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Sagepaw!
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Sage was chosen simply because her mother liked it; kit was changed to paw once she became a Warrior Apprentice.
AGE — 6 moons
Rank — Warrior Apprentice
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Heterosexual
CRUSH — No one at the moment
MATE — No one
FAMILY —
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
Personality
Sagepaw takes after her late father's strong and intimidating nature. She excels in her Warrior training and takes it very seriously, but fails miserably in the attitude department due to her cockiness- both her attitude and her age are the reasons she hasn't graduated yet; she is truly skilled otherwise. Sagepaw's mentor works more with her on her maturity level than anything else because, while it's humorous at the age of six moons, it won't be when she's older.
History
Sagepaw grew up in Streamclan and is constantly told she's the reincarnation of her deceased father, of whom she barely remembers. She knows he was in line for Deputy, though, and that's enough to make any kit's head explode. Her mother, Cloudheart, is slowly growing more stern with her now that she's an Apprentice, and Sagepaw takes pride in being related to her sister who happens to be the resident Medicine Apprentice (see Moonpaw's bio for more info), although they are often found bickering since they can only be described as polar opposites.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
Looking for a mentor for Sagepaw! Someone who can teach her some humility (hopefully), but can also understand the pressure she'll inevitably feel as she gets older.
Amy woke suddenly in a cold sweat, shooting upright into a sitting position. Her chest was heaving. Her throat was tight. Her rest had been disrupted by a nightmare, and now her consciousness was being disrupted by a panic attack. Lowering herself back down onto the mattress, she curled herself around the blanket she’d been using and started letting silent tears fall.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Sagepaw!
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hufflepuff
*:･ﾟ✦ Poppykit
—— young and wild and free *:･ﾟ✦
Past Names — None
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Poppy was chosen because of her bright, sunny orange fur.
AGE — 4 moons
Rank — Kit
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Unknown
CRUSH — No one at the moment
MATE — No one
FAMILY —Coyotefur (father), Sunglow (mother
Kiri1109
), Cardinalkit (sister), Reedkit (brother), Rosekit (sister), Hollyberry (aunt), Cinnamonnose (aunt), Weaseltail (uncle), Mothwing (grandmother), Redtalon (grandfather)
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
Personality
Poppykit is a complete goofball; she's loud, easygoing, and has a ginormous heart. She's a kit, so it's cute, but as she grows up I imagine people will talk behind her back about her being an idiot. I suppose I'll see how the roleplay goes to determine whether it goes in one ear and out the other or not.
History
Poppykit is still a baby so there's not much to write here. She's barely ever left the nursery.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
I'd love for her to be able to become a Warrior Apprentice, but we'll see how she goes.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Poppykit!
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Poppy was chosen because of her bright, sunny orange fur.
AGE — 4 moons
Rank — Kit
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Unknown
CRUSH — No one at the moment
MATE — No one
FAMILY —
Kiri1109
), Cardinalkit (sister), Reedkit (brother), Rosekit (sister), Hollyberry (aunt), Cinnamonnose (aunt), Weaseltail (uncle), Mothwing (grandmother), FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
Personality
Poppykit is a complete goofball; she's loud, easygoing, and has a ginormous heart. She's a kit, so it's cute, but as she grows up I imagine people will talk behind her back about her being an idiot. I suppose I'll see how the roleplay goes to determine whether it goes in one ear and out the other or not.
History
Poppykit is still a baby so there's not much to write here. She's barely ever left the nursery.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
I'd love for her to be able to become a Warrior Apprentice, but we'll see how she goes.
Amy woke suddenly in a cold sweat, shooting upright into a sitting position. Her chest was heaving. Her throat was tight. Her rest had been disrupted by a nightmare, and now her consciousness was being disrupted by a panic attack. Lowering herself back down onto the mattress, she curled herself around the blanket she’d been using and started letting silent tears fall.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Poppykit!
Kiri1109
Junior Member
bump!
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hufflepuff
*:･ﾟ✦ Cloudheart
—— don't be so kind that you forget to be clever *:･ﾟ✦
Past Names — Cloudkit, Cloudpaw
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Cloud was chosen due to her light-colored, fluff coat. Heart was chosen due to her kindhearted and forgiving nature.
AGE — 35 moons
Rank — Nursery Attendant
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Unknown
CRUSH — Ornerystar, eventually
MATE — No one
FAMILY —Swiftclaw (husband), Sagepaw (daughter), Moonpaw (daughter)
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
Personality
Cloudheart is the kindest cat in Streamclan, and she absolutely adores her daughters Sagepaw and Moonpaw. She is nuturing, kind, and patient, though she struggles to be firm when the need arises. If you ever need a shoulder to cry or someone to listen to you, go to her. She's more than happy to help.
History
Cloudheart was a lost kittypet who stumbled into Streamclan by accident. She was accepted with open arms after undergoing a few trials, although it was painfully obvious that she wasn't cut out for the role of warrior. She was accepted into the nursery instead, where she began training to help new mothers give birth and chase after their kits while they recover. Her romance with her late husband, Swiftclaw, was a classic case of opposites attract; Swiftclaw was very awkward around Cloudheart in an attempt to appear less intimidating while still trying to be 'cool', and she fell head over heels for what she found to be his incredibly amusing behavior.
His death absolutely gutted her, although she had always known it was a possibility. The clan comes first, and Swiftclaw upheld that with every fiber of his being but hearing the news that he wouldn't be coming back from his daily night patrol was still a blow, especially with their daughters having just been born. Cloudheart picked herself up, though, and made a life for her and her daughters, living happily the way she knew Swiftclaw would've wanted her too.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
none, really. although she is going to be a love interest for ornerystar eventually. i'm hoping to develop her character through interaction with everyone else's cats ;u;
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Sagepaw!
NAME ORIGIN — The prefix Cloud was chosen due to her light-colored, fluff coat. Heart was chosen due to her kindhearted and forgiving nature.
AGE — 35 moons
Rank — Nursery Attendant
GENDER — Female
SEXUALITY — Unknown
CRUSH — Ornerystar, eventually
MATE — No one
FAMILY —
FRIENDS — open!
ENEMIES — open!
Personality
Cloudheart is the kindest cat in Streamclan, and she absolutely adores her daughters Sagepaw and Moonpaw. She is nuturing, kind, and patient, though she struggles to be firm when the need arises. If you ever need a shoulder to cry or someone to listen to you, go to her. She's more than happy to help.
History
Cloudheart was a lost kittypet who stumbled into Streamclan by accident. She was accepted with open arms after undergoing a few trials, although it was painfully obvious that she wasn't cut out for the role of warrior. She was accepted into the nursery instead, where she began training to help new mothers give birth and chase after their kits while they recover. Her romance with her late husband, Swiftclaw, was a classic case of opposites attract; Swiftclaw was very awkward around Cloudheart in an attempt to appear less intimidating while still trying to be 'cool', and she fell head over heels for what she found to be his incredibly amusing behavior.
His death absolutely gutted her, although she had always known it was a possibility. The clan comes first, and Swiftclaw upheld that with every fiber of his being but hearing the news that he wouldn't be coming back from his daily night patrol was still a blow, especially with their daughters having just been born. Cloudheart picked herself up, though, and made a life for her and her daughters, living happily the way she knew Swiftclaw would've wanted her too.
Roleplay things
Plot Ideas?
none, really. although she is going to be a love interest for ornerystar eventually. i'm hoping to develop her character through interaction with everyone else's cats ;u;
Amy woke suddenly in a cold sweat, shooting upright into a sitting position. Her chest was heaving. Her throat was tight. Her rest had been disrupted by a nightmare, and now her consciousness was being disrupted by a panic attack. Lowering herself back down onto the mattress, she curled herself around the blanket she’d been using and started letting silent tears fall.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
The events of yesterday- of her sixteenth birthday- felt unreal; like they had happened in another universe a million lightyears away. Being in Martin’s house was the only thing confirming that it wasn’t just some horrible dream; that her parents had been incinerated alongside the rest of her town, and that she had burned someone to a crisp using what could only be magic powers- but that was impossible. Because everyone knew magic wasn’t real. It was one of the first things Martin had told her and she had heard it from her parents enough, but there had always been a part of her that still believed….though when she dreamed of magic she thought of Hogwarts and fun wizard duels. Not tragedy. Not the end of everything she had ever known.
It took her awhile to calm down. She wasn’t sure how long she had been asleep before she had been scared awake, but she knew at least a few hours had passed since the sun was fully risen. She wasn’t even close to having calmed down when she took a deep gulp of air and rolled onto her back, but she was sick of feeling like her chest was being crushed; she needed to find a distraction. Lying on her back with her arms and legs spread out, she stared at the ceiling, her mouth slightly parted as heavy puffs of air forced their way between her lips, her eyes shining with tears. There was a moment of silence.
And then her stench slowly started making itself known- a smoky, sweaty, B.O. mixture.
She decided instantaneously that she was going to get a shower. If she hadn’t been so exhausted when they had arrived she would’ve washed up then had she not been barely been able to keep her eyes open. Not that she was in better shape now, but she was set on ignoring that.
Amy stumbled absent-mindedly to the door across the hallway. Of course, she knew that it wasn’t the bathroom; Martin had shown her where the bathroom was last night, but in her home- her old home- the bathroom had been right across from her room and she wasn't thinking clearly.
She grabbed the door handle and wiggled it.
It was locked.
She wiggled the handle again.
Still locked.
Her senses came back to her in a sudden rush as she stared at the door intensely, her hand grasping the handle. When Martin had said she was welcome to anything not behind a locked door she hadn’t thought he meant it literally.
Her sixth sense was tingling in the back of her mind. There was a subtle chill suddenly residing in her gut and she had the distinct feeling that something was wrong...something was off…
But she let go of the handle and decided it would be best to ignore it. She pushed the door to the back of her mind and forgot about it as soon as she entered the bathroom, far more concerned with washing her stink off than anything else.
Amy stepped out of the shower a good forty minutes later after having unapologetically used all of the hot water and a giant handful of Martin’s shampoo. The next step would have normally been breakfast, but her appetite was still nonexistent. Instead, she made her way to the living room and turned on the TV to some colorfully innocent cartoon and rummaged through Martin’s video game collection before going back to the room for the blanket she had slept with and deciding to curl up on the couch with it.
Martin joined her an hour or so later.
OTHER
the Code: pretty little kitties >.< and please message me if you wanna interact with Sagepaw!
Kiri1109
Junior Member
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I'd have preferred you ask before hand before creating your own rank since i had no plans on having Minor ranks like nursery attendants and such since they aren't really necessary and they aren't used in the books either. Plus, in my opinion, they don't seem like necessary roles. However, i had an idea that could expand on the role a bit and actually make it's existence more plausible. I'll message you the idea see if you like it, and then i'll add it up for the main posts. Cloudheart, in the meantime, is approved though.
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hufflepuff
Okay! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to overstep
Kiri1109
Junior Member
oh no worries! I would of just preferred a heads up is all ^^
Semblance
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Hey I'm still interested in joining this RP! We actually just got a new kitty this last weekend and he's so adorable. It's totally driving my craving for a good warrior cats RP rn. Any more room for 1?
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