Fandom Warrior Cats: The Coming Storm

[StoneWolf18]

Ice, water, earth, air will become one lead by the foreseer. The winds and rain will meet in battle, staining the earth with snow.


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Thunderclan


Leader - Hiddenstar(@StoneWolf18)


Deputy - Open


Medicine Cat - Open


Medicine Cat Apprentice - Open


Warrior - Nettlecloud(@PeanutLemur)


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Apprentice - Open


Apprentice - Open


Riverclan


Leader - Open


Deputy - Open


Medicine Cat - Open


Medicine Cat Apprentice - Open


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Apprentice - Open


Apprentice - Open


Shadowclan


Leader - Open


Deputy - Open


Medicine Cat - Open


Medicine Cat Apprentice - Open


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Apprentice - Open


Apprentice - Open


Windclan


Leader - Open


Deputy - Open


Medicine Cat - Open


Medicine Cat Apprentice - Open


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Warrior - Open


Apprentice - Open


Apprentice - Open


Other


Rouge - Open


Loner - Open


Kittypet - Open

 

[StoneWolf18]

Hiddenstar

General

Age




19 moons





"I've hardly aged at all"


Gender





Tom





"Of course, would there be a reason other wise?"


Rank





Leader





"Does my name not give it away?"

Appearance

Spoiler

Spoiler

Height





10 inches





Weight





8 lbs





Tail length





12 inches





Markings





His paws hold faint scaring due to a fire in the camp when he was a kit. Though healed, his feet will soon ache after long periods of time on them.





He casts you an odd look as your eyes scan every mouse length of his pelt.


Scent





A thick, pleasant earthy aroma.





Hiddenstar's aroma wafts around you, the earthy sent of his pelt reminding you of a cavern deep in the earth.


Voice





A smooth, calming voice. Appealing to most.




"My voice?" His odd look now containing hits of confusion

Written Description




Hiddenstar has a lean yet muscular build like most in his clan. Along with that, he has warm green eyes (warmer than the picture) and a pelt that would remind one of the sunlight dappled, forest floor.

Personality

Hiddenstar is generally just a pleasant cat to be around. Social, he always loves to get to know someone. Humble, Hiddenstar usually is this way, thinking himself to be no better than the warriors he leads. Intelligent, he won't rush into something such as war over a petty border squabble in the middle of new leaf. Calm, Hiddenstar is less likely to get riled over something like said squabble. Yet, despite all these traits, he has a backbone. He can and will defend himself and his clan whenever possible and hopefully without any physical action.





A smile touches your muzzle, for Hiddenstar's very presence just make you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Relationships

Apprentice





Open





"I would love for a chance to pass on my knowlage."

Mate





Open




"I-I...really never c-considered..." he stammers, a bit embarrassed.




Family


Willowsap (Mother-Deceased)


Craigfoot (Father-Deceased)


Moonkit (Sister-Unknown)





"They're home in Starclan now..."

History

Hiddenstar was like any other kit, wanting to be the best warrior he could be. Playing "Shadowclan Border Attack" with the other's his age was usually a favorite pass time of his. All was well, until when he was about 4 moons old. The storm was raging outside and everyone was huddled inside their den's attempting to keep dry. Well, that was before the lighting struck. And before long, the camp was ablaze. Fur, paws, and tails were flailing everywhere. Willowsap grabbed him as Craigfoot looked for Moonkit, but as he emerged, charred and empty pawed, they feared the worst.


Moons past, now leader of his clan, Hiddenstar is ready and able to protect his clan at all costs (like all are).





"Whats in the past remains there, though we shouldn't forget. For if we do, history is bound to repeat itself."

Other

Hiddenstar has extreme fears of Fire and Heights, not many know about them.





He looks a bit uneasy at the mention of great heights.





When on patrol, he sometimes catches a glimpse of a silver-blue pelt, yet when he goes to investigate, there is no sign of anyone or anything ever being there.





"My sister? I...She died when I was young.." Though his voice is filled with notes of uncertainty.





He still has all 9 lives.





"My number of lives is none of your concern, though it wouldn't hurt to mention that I still have all of them."

 

[PeanutLemur]

Nettlecloud

General

Age




16 Moons





"You should never ask a she-cat her age," she murmurs, casting you a glance from the corners of her eyes. "We have a tendency to bite."


Gender





She-cat





"Do I look like a tom to you? I think not." She looks at you with a clearly affronted expression upon her face.


Clan





Thunderclan





There is a proud set to her shoulders as she stares at you, eyes gleaming with a mixture of joy and determination. "I'd be no other."


Rank





Warrior





"Protecting my clan means everything to me. Would I be anything else?"

Appearance

Spoiler

Spoiler

Height





9 Inches





Weight





7.5 Pounds





Tail length





10 Inches





Markings





The remnants of an injury she obtained as a kit, a somewhat jagged scar decorates the skin on Nettlecloud's left flank. Although her fur has grown back in around the site of the old wound, the scar itself can still be seen from a close enough distance if one were to look for it.





She pauses in her grooming, ears flicking as she gazes back with equal intensity. "If you're going to ask, go ahead."


Scent





The soft aroma of tilled earth and fresh-trodden leaves. There almost seems to be a soft undercurrent to it, as though reminiscent of a morning dew.





The soft fur of her tail brushes against you, her scent like a fresh morning after a rain encompassing you as you breath, and for a moment the twinkle in her eyes makes it appear as though she is laughing.


Voice





A gentle, soothing voice like the wind blowing through the trees. Like the wind however, it is prone to moments of near overbearing intensity.





"If you like it so much I'm sure I can talk more." There is a note of humor in her voice and the look she casts her brother is nothing if not taunting.




Written Description




Nettlecloud is a slender she-cat with a soft grey, almost white tabby pelt and eyes of a rich olive green.

Personality

Perhaps just a little too spirited for her own good at times, Nettlecloud is a she-cat whose heart is just as free and wild as the forest she calls home. She is devoted to her clan with every ounce of her being, so much so that she’d willingly sacrifice herself nine times over to ensure the safety and well-being of those she considers family – even without the nine lives of a clan leader. Though she may appear to be levelheaded and rational, the truth of the matter is rather simple: Nettlecloud has always listened to her heart far more than she does her head. This trait may have landed her in a few precarious situations in the past, but the she-cat cannot find any reason to hate it. If anything, her curiosity is a contagious thing when intermixed with her friendly and open demeanor. While she understands the importance of pacing herself, Nettlecloud cannot deny her desire to continue to grow both mentally and physically. She may not always be the most soft spoken of cats, generally telling it like she sees it, but she's always considerate of those she comes across - even if said consideration is delivered in the form of tough love and near brutal honesty.





Crowthorn shakes his head when you ask about his sister, a look of exasperation dancing across his features. "She's crazy."

Relationships

Apprentice





Open





The glimmer in Nettlecloud's eyes lets you know without words that she is looking forward to one day serving as a mentor.


Mate





Open





"I'm sure it'll happen some day." Though she plays it off as though it weren't too big a deal, the slight curl to her tail and the way she avoids staring directly into your eyes lets you know that she's rather flustered by the question.





Family


Mothstep - Mother - Living


Slatefur - Father - Living


Crowthorn - Brother - Living


Pebblekit - Sister - Deceased





"My family is an interesting bunch. They each hold a special place within my heart."

History

A part of Mothstep's first litter, Nettlecloud was born alongside her brother, Crowthorn, and her sister, Pebblekit, shortly before a fire swept through the Thunderclan camp. Though she was too young at the time to recall the event clearly, she has grown up hearing about it from the older cats in the clan. As a kit her days were spent chasing her litter mates around the camp and bugging the older apprentices in a desire to learn the moves they would practice in camp. When she was five moons old her brother, sister and herself had been playing along one of the edges of the ravine when Pebblekit stumbled upon a copperhead. The brown-furred kit, who had been closest to the snake, was almost instantly struck, leaving her two siblings to try to scramble away in both fear and desperation for help. In the panic that ensued Nettlecloud fell from the ledge they had been playing on, slicing the flesh of her left flank open, and watching helplessly as the snake was torn away from the dead body of her sister. Her recovery was a dicey one, the promise of her regaining full use of the leg - it had been a rather deep wound and lingering discomfort and problems had been a risk that haunted her throughout the duration of her treatment - not ensured. Luckily her recovery was a success, and the grey-furred she-cat is now serving as a proud warrior to her clan.





"I'll always carry my past with me," she murmurs while glancing at her left flank. "But that doesn't mean I won't continue to live for my future."

Other

Nettlecloud has an extreme dislike for snakes and has claimed on more than one occasion that she would kill any that crossed her path without a second thought.


"I hate them," she growls, her eyes so sharp and steely that you decide to steer the conversation elsewhere.


She and her brother are extremely tight, even if their near-constant bickering makes it seem otherwise.


You watch the familiar way in which Nettlecloud and Crowthorn nag at each other, a soft smile touching your lips.


There is a smooth, brown toned pebble kept within her bedding.


Nettlecloud brushes her tail over the stone, a nostalgic look crossing into her eyes as she gazes upon it. "Even I have my treasures."

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[StoneWolf18]

Nettlecloud

General

Age




16 Moons





"You should never ask a she-cat her age," she murmurs, casting you a glance from the corners of her eyes. "We have a tendency to bite."


Gender





She-cat





"Do I look like a tom to you? I think not." She looks at you with a clearly affronted expression upon her face.


Clan





Thunderclan





There is a proud set to her shoulder as she stares at you, eyes gleaming with a mixture of joy and determination. "I'd be no other."


Rank





Warrior





"Protecting my clan means everything to me. Would I be anything else?"

Appearance

Spoiler

​

​

Spoiler

Height





9 Inches





Weight





7.5 Pounds





Tail length





10 Inches





Markings





The remnants of an injury she obtained as a kit, a somewhat jagged scar decorates the skin on Nettlecloud's left flank. Although her fur has grown back in around the site of the old wound, the scar itself can still be seen from a close enough distance if one were to look for it.





She pauses in her grooming, ears flicking as she gazes back with equal intensity. "If you're going to ask, go ahead."


Scent





The soft aroma of tilled earth and fresh-trodden leaves. There almost seems to be a soft undercurrent to it, as though reminiscent of a morning dew.





The soft fur of her tail brushes against you, her scent like a fresh morning after a rain encompassing you as you breath, and for a moment the twinkle in her eyes makes it appear as though she is laughing.


Voice





A gentle, soothing voice like the wind blowing through the trees. Like the wind however, it is prone to moments of near overbearing intensity.





"If you like it so much I'm sure I can talk more." There is a note of humor in her voice and the look she casts her brother is nothing if not taunting.





Written Description


Nettlecloud is a slender she-cat with a soft grey, almost white tabby pelt and eyes of a rich olive green.

Personality

Perhaps just a little too spirited for her own good at times, Nettlecloud is a she-cat whose heart is just as free and wild as the forest she calls home. She is devoted to her clan with every ounce of her being, so much so that she’d willingly sacrifice herself nine times over to ensure the safety and well-being of those she considers family – even without the nine lives of a clan leader. Though she may appear to be levelheaded and rational, the truth of the matter is rather simple: Nettlecloud has always listened to her heart far more than she does her head. This trait may have landed her in a few precarious situations in the past, but the she-cat cannot find any reason to hate it. If anything, her curiosity is a contagious thing when intermixed with her friendly and open demeanor. While she understands the importance of pacing herself, Nattlecloud cannot deny her desire to continue to grow both mentally and physically. She may not always be the most soft spoken of cats, generally telling it like she sees it, but she's always considerate of those she comes across - even if said consideration is delivered in the form of tough love and near brutal honesty.





Crowthorn shakes his head when you ask about his sister, a look of exasperation dancing across his features. "She's crazy."

Relationships

Apprentice





Open





The glimmer in Nettlecloud's eyes lets you know without words that she is looking forward to one day serving as a mentor.


Mate





Open





"I'm sure it'll happen some day." Though she plays it off as though it weren't too big a deal, the slight curl to her tail and the way she avoids staring directly into your eyes lets you know that she's rather flustered by the question.








Family


Mothstep - Mother - Living


Slatefur - Father - Living


Crowthorn - Brother - Living


Pebblekit - Sister - Deceased





"My family is an interesting bunch. They each hold a special place within my heart."

History

A part of Mothstep's first litter, Nettlecloud was born alongside her brother, Crowthorn, and her sister, Pebblekit, shortly before a fire swept through the Thunderclan camp. Though she was too young at the time to recall the event clearly, she has grown up hearing about it from the older cats in the clan. As a kit her days were spent chasing her litter mates around the camp and bugging the older apprentices in a desire to learn the moves they would practice in camp. When she was five moons old her brother, sister and herself had been playing along one of the edges of the ravine when Pebblekit stumbled upon a copperhead. The brown-furred kit, who had been closest to the snake, was almost instantly struck, leaving her two siblings to try to scramble away in both fear and desperation for help. In the panic that ensued Nettlecloud fell from the ledge they had been playing on, slicing the flesh of her left flank open, and watching helplessly as the snake was torn away from the dead body of her sister. Her recovery was a dicey one, the promise of her regaining full use of the leg - it had been a rather deep wound and lingering discomfort and problems had been a risk that haunted her throughout the duration of her treatment - not ensured. Luckily her recovery was a success, and the grey-furred she-cat is now serving as a proud warrior to her clan.





"I'll always carry my past with me," she murmurs while glancing at her left flank. "But that doesn't mean I won't continue to live for my future."

Other

Nettlecloud has an extreme dislike for snakes and has claimed on more than one occasion that she would kill any that crossed her path without a second thought.


"I hate them," she growls, her eyes so sharp and steely that you decide to steer the conversation elsewhere.


She and her brother are extremely tight, even if their near-constant bickering makes it seem otherwise.


You watch the familiar way in which Nettlecloud and Chrowthorn nag at each other, a soft smile touching your lips.


There is a smooth, brown toned pebble kept within her bedding.


Nettlecloud brushes her tail over the stone, a nostalgic look crossing into her eyes as she gazes upon it. "Even I have my treasures."


Everything looks good except you haven't read the rules you. Can't accept you until you do.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Nettlecloud

General

Age




16 Moons





"You should never ask a she-cat her age," she murmurs, casting you a glance from the corners of her eyes. "We have a tendency to bite."


Gender





She-cat





"Do I look like a tom to you? I think not." She looks at you with a clearly affronted expression upon her face.


Clan





Thunderclan





There is a proud set to her shoulders as she stares at you, eyes gleaming with a mixture of joy and determination. "I'd be no other."


Rank





Warrior





"Protecting my clan means everything to me. Would I be anything else?"

Appearance

Spoiler

​

​

Spoiler

Height





9 Inches





Weight





7.5 Pounds





Tail length





10 Inches





Markings





The remnants of an injury she obtained as a kit, a somewhat jagged scar decorates the skin on Nettlecloud's left flank. Although her fur has grown back in around the site of the old wound, the scar itself can still be seen from a close enough distance if one were to look for it.





She pauses in her grooming, ears flicking as she gazes back with equal intensity. "If you're going to ask, go ahead."


Scent





The soft aroma of tilled earth and fresh-trodden leaves. There almost seems to be a soft undercurrent to it, as though reminiscent of a morning dew.





The soft fur of her tail brushes against you, her scent like a fresh morning after a rain encompassing you as you breath, and for a moment the twinkle in her eyes makes it appear as though she is laughing.


Voice





A gentle, soothing voice like the wind blowing through the trees. Like the wind however, it is prone to moments of near overbearing intensity.





"If you like it so much I'm sure I can talk more." There is a note of humor in her voice and the look she casts her brother is nothing if not taunting.





Written Description


Nettlecloud is a slender she-cat with a soft grey, almost white tabby pelt and eyes of a rich olive green.

Personality

Perhaps just a little too spirited for her own good at times, Nettlecloud is a she-cat whose heart is just as free and wild as the forest she calls home. She is devoted to her clan with every ounce of her being, so much so that she’d willingly sacrifice herself nine times over to ensure the safety and well-being of those she considers family – even without the nine lives of a clan leader. Though she may appear to be levelheaded and rational, the truth of the matter is rather simple: Nettlecloud has always listened to her heart far more than she does her head. This trait may have landed her in a few precarious situations in the past, but the she-cat cannot find any reason to hate it. If anything, her curiosity is a contagious thing when intermixed with her friendly and open demeanor. While she understands the importance of pacing herself, Nattlecloud cannot deny her desire to continue to grow both mentally and physically. She may not always be the most soft spoken of cats, generally telling it like she sees it, but she's always considerate of those she comes across - even if said consideration is delivered in the form of tough love and near brutal honesty.





Crowthorn shakes his head when you ask about his sister, a look of exasperation dancing across his features. "She's crazy."

Relationships

Apprentice





Open





The glimmer in Nettlecloud's eyes lets you know without words that she is looking forward to one day serving as a mentor.


Mate





Open





"I'm sure it'll happen some day." Though she plays it off as though it weren't too big a deal, the slight curl to her tail and the way she avoids staring directly into your eyes lets you know that she's rather flustered by the question.








Family


Mothstep - Mother - Living


Slatefur - Father - Living


Crowthorn - Brother - Living


Pebblekit - Sister - Deceased





"My family is an interesting bunch. They each hold a special place within my heart."

History

A part of Mothstep's first litter, Nettlecloud was born alongside her brother, Crowthorn, and her sister, Pebblekit, shortly before a fire swept through the Thunderclan camp. Though she was too young at the time to recall the event clearly, she has grown up hearing about it from the older cats in the clan. As a kit her days were spent chasing her litter mates around the camp and bugging the older apprentices in a desire to learn the moves they would practice in camp. When she was five moons old her brother, sister and herself had been playing along one of the edges of the ravine when Pebblekit stumbled upon a copperhead. The brown-furred kit, who had been closest to the snake, was almost instantly struck, leaving her two siblings to try to scramble away in both fear and desperation for help. In the panic that ensued Nettlecloud fell from the ledge they had been playing on, slicing the flesh of her left flank open, and watching helplessly as the snake was torn away from the dead body of her sister. Her recovery was a dicey one, the promise of her regaining full use of the leg - it had been a rather deep wound and lingering discomfort and problems had been a risk that haunted her throughout the duration of her treatment - not ensured. Luckily her recovery was a success, and the grey-furred she-cat is now serving as a proud warrior to her clan.





"I'll always carry my past with me," she murmurs while glancing at her left flank. "But that doesn't mean I won't continue to live for my future."

Other

Nettlecloud has an extreme dislike for snakes and has claimed on more than one occasion that she would kill any that crossed her path without a second thought.


"I hate them," she growls, her eyes so sharp and steely that you decide to steer the conversation elsewhere.


She and her brother are extremely tight, even if their near-constant bickering makes it seem otherwise.


You watch the familiar way in which Nettlecloud and Crowthorn nag at each other, a soft smile touching your lips.


There is a smooth, brown toned pebble kept within her bedding.


Nettlecloud brushes her tail over the stone, a nostalgic look crossing into her eyes as she gazes upon it. "Even I have my treasures."


Alright, accepted.

 

[Jinx]

Moon

General

Age




19 moons





"You know it's impolite to ask a she-cat her age, but luckily I'm still young."


Gender


She-cat


"Of course, you mean you couldn't tell?"


Rank


Loner


"I'm not part of clan." She said, her tail sways slightly in the dusty dirt. "It might sound weird, but I want to be part of a clan."

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Height





10 inches





Weight





8 lbs





Tail length





11 inches





Markings




Moon has a odd patch of fur on her under belly, shaped like a lighting strik.

She looks at you, her eyes narroring, as you look at the fur on her belly.




Scent




An early, crisp, winter morning with the musk of pine trees with a small hint of winter flowers




A small breeze comes though, grasping her scent, blowing towards you. The scent oddly calms you, yet brings you to the day of the first snow of winter.


Voice





Smooth, and calm, but over powering at the same time.





She looks at you, plainly confused.

Written Description




Moon is a

Personality

Moon can be stubborn, sarcastic, emotionless and immature at times. Though, when needed, she can be the most intellectual, serious one in the room. She can't deal with kits, yet can be quite motherly. If Moon was to train another cat, she would have more tough love than straight up compassion. She's hard headed, anything you tell her that can't be done, she'll always find a way to prove them wrong.

Relationships

Apprentice





Open




Her eyes light up, even though not part of clan, she would love to take on the role of a mentor, training a younger cat.

Mate





Open




"I'm not interested at the moment" she said, her eye narrowing a little. "Let's just say I've never really thought about that anyway."




Family


Willowsap - Mother - Deceased


Craigfoot - Father - Deceased


Hiddenstar - Brother - Alive




. "I-I can't remember." She said, her voice weak.

History

Other

(I'm sorry for the lack of, we'll every thing, but I promise I will get his done. Just tired and wanted to get the basics up.)
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[National]

Cat's Name: Minkstar "That's my name. I know, it's great."


Age: 30 Moons "Guess you can call me an old cat. I can still kick your tail."


Gender: Male "Hah! I am a he cat, I can assure you.


Clan: River Clan "My home."


Rank: Leader "Hmph! I thought it was pretty obvious. I am the leader of the River Clan.


Height: 16 Inches


Weight: 20 Pounds


Tail Length: 10 Inches


Markings: He has a scar above his left eye, due to a battle that happened at the river side.


Personality: A rather kind and peaceful cat, Minkstar will always try to resort to peace. However, he will naturally fight for his clan. His first priority is always his clan. Minkstar is well respected in other clans, known for bring peaceful. However, many believe he has a darker side. These rumors were spat out by the sadistic Shadow clan. Though no one believes these rumors, it does spark up a few arguments. Minkstar does not have a good relationship with the leader of the Shadow clan. (Whoever he/she is)


Appearance: ?Minkstar is a pretty hefty and built cat, moons of fighting and swimming hardening his body. He has very sharp and colorful green eyes, hints of intimidation being able to be felt.


Fears: Minkstar is an experienced fighter, and he has seen much. He also heard much, and he has been foretold a prophecy that should somehow bring ruin to the River Clan. Minkstar has no idea if this prophecy is even true, or what it is foretelling, but he is deathly afraid of it.


Other: Minkstar does no like to speak of his past, especially his family. Only one other cat knows about his family, and no one else.


Mate: A complicated matter. He is single though, she-cats.


Family: To be revealed

 

[Archdemon]

Duke

General

Age




18 moons





Gender





Tom-Cat ((Male))





Clan




Belongs to no clan/Loner




Rank


No Rank

Appearance

Spoiler

http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/cats13.jpg

Spoiler

​

http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/cats14.jpg

​

Height


11 Inches


Weight


9 pounds


Tail length


7 inches


Markings


He has a scar on his right eye, a jagged scar reaching from his chin to his ear on his left cheek, a rake of scars on his right flank.


Scent


The scent smells like all sorts of things but it strongly smells like freshly picked Olives and blueberries.


Voice




Duke's voice is very deep, like a giant. He has a hint of wisdom but he also speaks with a grumpy tone.

Written Description

Duke is an exotic cat who is of the Egyptian breed with red and orange fur. He has Yellow eyes, a black tip for his tail/ears.

Personality

Duke is a grumpy cat, not because he hates anyone really, but because he's always been grumpy. He isn't much of a social cat so he doesn't always attempt a conversation to another but he's not shy talking to you if he's in the mood to talk, but he'll tell you he isn't interested if he's in a bad mood. He is considered a Badboy who doesn't find interest in interacting with people but he has a soft spot for kittens and females of any age as he feels it would be wrong to just leave them to fend for themselves unless they're capable. He has this thing where if he asks for help, which is rare, he'll owe a favor to that particular cat who helped him and do a number of things like say help that cat hunt, help the clan for a bit of he/she desires, pretty much whatever they ask him to do but never ask him to do more than one thing otherwise that favor is terminated. He loves to tell stories especially about his travels before he settled down near the clans, it always allows him to reflect on past decisions. He only gets angry with someone if they act like a total jerk to someone inferior to them like a kitten, murders kittens and females, and is pretty much unpleasant to be around. Duke is a like able cat it's just that he needs some time getting used to the clans and their way of life and to adjust accordingly as he actually hasn't seen how they operate, he just knows they are exist and occasionally interacts with them.

Relationships

Apprentice





Doesn't have one





Mate





Not at the moment but is open





Family


Arthur - Father - Unknown


Klick - Mother - Unknown


Hans- Brother - Unknown


Jill- Sister - Unknown

History

Duke has been a wanderer since he was about 8 moons old. He learned much on the ways of survival, somethings that settled cats whether house owned or not will never quite know. He has many tales to spin and stories to tell, all the encounters he had faced, the struggles he had endured, and so on. He remembers his family but has no interest in talking about them as they won't mean anything to him and also the fact that there's nothing to really talk about that subject. He arrived at the area to which the clans all live and settled down close, or as close to it as he could be allowed, to the middle between all of the clans about a moon ago and has lived there since.

Other

Duke isn't very territorial but will get mad and even more grumpy if you just enter his place and didn't say you were there.

​

 

[StoneWolf18]

Cat's name: Duke
Gender: Male cat


Age: 17 moons


Clan: Loner


Rank/Position: None


Personality: Duke is a grumpy cat, not because he hates anyone really, but because he's always been grumpy. He isn't much of a social cat so he doesn't always attempt a conversation to another but he's not shy talking to you if he's in the mood to talk, but he'll tell you he isn't interested if he's in a bad mood. He is considered a Badboy who doesn't find interest in interacting with people but he has a soft spot for kittens and females of any age as he feels it would be wrong to just leave them to fend for themselves unless they're capable. He has this thing where if he asks for help, which is rare, he'll owe a favor to that particular cat who helped him and do a number of things like say help that cat hunt, help the clan for a bit of he/she desires, pretty much whatever they ask him to do but never ask him to do more than one thing otherwise that favor is terminated.


History: Duke has been a wanderer since he was about 8 moons old. He learned much on the ways of survival, somethings that settled cats whether house owned or not will never quite know. He has many tales to spin and stories to tell, all the encounters he had faced, the struggles he had endured, and so on. He remembers his family but has no interest in talking about them as they won't mean anything to him and also the fact that there's nothing to really talk about that subject. He arrived at the area to which the clans all live and settled down close, or as close to it as he could be allowed, to the middle between all of the clans about a moon ago and has lived there since.


Appearance: Sadly I couldn't find any real looking cats to use so I resorted to drawn cats for this Rp, hopefully you're cool with that, if not then I understand.


http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/cats13.jpg


http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/cats14.jpg


Written description: Duke is an exotic cat who is of the Egyptian breed with red and orange fur. He has Yellow eyes, a black tip for his tail/ears.


Height: 11 inches


Weight: 8 pounds


Tail length: 8 inches


Markings: Duke has a scar on his right eye, a line of scars on his right flank.


Voice: Duke's voice is very deep, like a giant. He has a hint of wisdom but he also speaks with a grumpy tone.


Family:


Name-Relationship-Status


Arthur- Father-unknown


Klick-Mother-unknown


Jock-Brother-unknown


Apprentice/Mentor: None


Mate: None but is open to one


((Is this ok?))

Use the code please.

 

[Archdemon]

Use the code please.

It's updated now!

 

[StoneWolf18]

Duke

General

Age




18 moons





Gender





Tom-Cat ((Male))





Clan




Belongs to no clan/Loner




Rank


No Rank

Appearance

Spoiler

http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/cats13.jpg

Spoiler

​

http://www.touregypt.net/images/touregypt/cats14.jpg

​

Height


11 Inches


Weight


9 pounds


Tail length


7 inches


Markings


He has a scar on his right eye, a jagged scar reaching from his chin to his ear on his left cheek, a rake of scars on his right flank.


Scent


The scent smells like all sorts of things but it strongly smells like freshly picked Olives and blueberries.


Voice




Duke's voice is very deep, like a giant. He has a hint of wisdom but he also speaks with a grumpy tone.

Written Description

Duke is an exotic cat who is of the Egyptian breed with red and orange fur. He has Yellow eyes, a black tip for his tail/ears.

Personality

Duke is a grumpy cat, not because he hates anyone really, but because he's always been grumpy. He isn't much of a social cat so he doesn't always attempt a conversation to another but he's not shy talking to you if he's in the mood to talk, but he'll tell you he isn't interested if he's in a bad mood. He is considered a Badboy who doesn't find interest in interacting with people but he has a soft spot for kittens and females of any age as he feels it would be wrong to just leave them to fend for themselves unless they're capable. He has this thing where if he asks for help, which is rare, he'll owe a favor to that particular cat who helped him and do a number of things like say help that cat hunt, help the clan for a bit of he/she desires, pretty much whatever they ask him to do but never ask him to do more than one thing otherwise that favor is terminated. He loves to tell stories especially about his travels before he settled down near the clans, it always allows him to reflect on past decisions. He only gets angry with someone if they act like a total jerk to someone inferior to them like a kitten, murders kittens and females, and is pretty much unpleasant to be around. Duke is a like able cat it's just that he needs some time getting used to the clans and their way of life and to adjust accordingly as he actually hasn't seen how they operate, he just knows they are exist and occasionally interacts with them.

Relationships

Apprentice





Doesn't have one





Mate





Not at the moment but is open





Family


Arthur - Father - Unknown


Klick - Mother - Unknown


Hans- Brother - Unknown


Jill- Sister - Unknown

History

Duke has been a wanderer since he was about 8 moons old. He learned much on the ways of survival, somethings that settled cats whether house owned or not will never quite know. He has many tales to spin and stories to tell, all the encounters he had faced, the struggles he had endured, and so on. He remembers his family but has no interest in talking about them as they won't mean anything to him and also the fact that there's nothing to really talk about that subject. He arrived at the area to which the clans all live and settled down close, or as close to it as he could be allowed, to the middle between all of the clans about a moon ago and has lived there since.

Other

Duke isn't very territorial but will get mad and even more grumpy if you just enter his place and didn't say you were there.

​

Accepted

 

[DawnFrost]

Dawnfrost

General

Age




17


Gender





She-cat


Clan





Thunderclan


Rank





Warrior

Appearance

Spoiler

http://www.freewebs.com/warriorcatsroleplaying9/316632682_631cda82bb.jpg click the link

Spoiler

Height





7


Weight





5


Tail length


10


Markings





Dawnfrost had gotten her left hind leg stuck in a twoleg trap as an apprentice and it left a big scar right across of her paw. She is very lucky to still have her back paw.


Scent





She smells of morning dew on a flower as it basks in the sunlight.


Voice





Her voice is like the wind as it flows in the midnight breeze.





Written Description





Dawnfrost is a gray tabby with green eyes.

Personality

Dawnfrost is a loyal and trustworthy warrior of Thunderclan. She Follows the warrior code and protects her clan with her life. Dawnfrost loves exploring her territory, glancing at the scenery, running through the leafs of Leaf-fall and climbing the trees of New-leaf. She practices her battle moves everyday but, Dawnfrost still isn't the best fighter in her clan. She doesn't focus on that though. She is very shy and most likely wont go in front of a large group of cats and talk, her plans never get heard. You will most likely find her stalking a piece of pray from afar so you don't disturb her catch. Dawnfrost's hunting skills are excellent, one time she had caught two mice, a squirrel, and one vole. When she is nervous, Dawnfrost gets clumsy and usually trips over her own paws. That doesn't make her any less of a warrior.

Relationships

Apprentice





closed for now





Mate





open








Family


Doveheart - mother - alive


Nightpelt - father - deceased


Ivyclaw - sister - deceased

History

As a kit, Dawnfrost was very curious and adventurous. She loved to play with her sister, Ivyclaw. Her life in Thunderclan was very peaceful until her father, Nightpelt had died of greencough later that leaf-bare.


Her mother, Doveheart had to take care of Ivyclaw and Dawnfrost alone. When they were apprenticed Ivyclaw was an excellent fighter but, lacked in hunting while Dawnfrost was better at hunting then fighting. So they worked together while hunting and fighting. they were warriors not long after, and soon Ivyclaw had disappeared. No cat had seen her right after her warrior ceremony. Some say that she had ran away while others thought that a badger had taken her while guarding the entrance that night. All she had left was Doveheart, but even though her father and sister had died, Dawnfrost still had hope that one day in Starclan she would she them.

 

[StoneWolf18]

Dawnfrost

General

Age




17


Gender





She-cat


Clan





Thunderclan


Rank





Warrior

Appearance

Spoiler

http://www.freewebs.com/warriorcatsroleplaying9/316632682_631cda82bb.jpg click the link

Spoiler

Height





7


Weight





5


Tail length


10


Markings





Dawnfrost had gotten her left hind leg stuck in a twoleg trap as an apprentice and it left a big scar right across of her paw. She is very lucky to still have her back paw.


Scent





She smells of morning dew on a flower as it basks in the sunlight.


Voice





Her voice is like the wind as it flows in the midnight breeze.





Written Description





Dawnfrost is a gray tabby with green eyes.

Personality

Dawnfrost is a loyal and trustworthy warrior of Thunderclan. She Follows the warrior code and protects her clan with her life. Dawnfrost loves exploring her territory, glancing at the scenery, running through the leafs of Leaf-fall and climbing the trees of New-leaf. She practices her battle moves everyday but, Dawnfrost still isn't the best fighter in her clan. She doesn't focus on that though. She is very shy and most likely wont go in front of a large group of cats and talk, her plans never get heard. You will most likely find her stalking a piece of pray from afar so you don't disturb her catch. Dawnfrost's hunting skills are excellent, one time she had caught two mice, a squirrel, and one vole. When she is nervous, Dawnfrost gets clumsy and usually trips over her own paws. That doesn't make her any less of a warrior.

Relationships

Apprentice





closed for now





Mate





open








Family


Doveheart - mother - alive


Nightpelt - father - deceased


Ivyclaw - sister - deceased

History

As a kit, Dawnfrost was very curious and adventurous. She loved to play with her sister, Ivyclaw. Her life in Thunderclan was very peaceful until her father, Nightpelt had died of greencough later that leaf-bare.


Her mother, Doveheart had to take care of Ivyclaw and Dawnfrost alone. When they were apprenticed Ivyclaw was an excellent fighter but, lacked in hunting while Dawnfrost was better at hunting then fighting. So they worked together while hunting and fighting. they were warriors not long after, and soon Ivyclaw had disappeared. No cat had seen her right after her warrior ceremony. Some say that she had ran away while others thought that a badger had taken her while guarding the entrance that night. All she had left was Doveheart, but even though her father and sister had died, Dawnfrost still had hope that one day in Starclan she would she them.


Much better. Accepted!

 

[DawnFrost]

Much better. Accepted!

Thank you a lot! :3

 

[Ethereal_Dreams]

CRYSTALEYES

General

Age




29 moons old





Gender





She-cat





Clan





Riverclan





Rank





Queen

Appearance

Spoiler

Height





26 inches





Weight





7.8





Tail length





5





Markings





a small scar on her paw but her fur covers it





Scent





She smells like the morning mist.





Voice





Her voice sound like a gentle river; calm and gentle




Written Description




Crystaleyes has very fluffy fur that adds onto her weight. Her multi colored eyes offer scare kits because of their unusual color. She is white with black in certain spots.

Personality

Crystaleyes is mysterious and can keep a secret no matter what. She is blunt and may she harsh when she talks. She is witty. She is also resourceful. She is kind. She is also responsible. She is also a great conversationist.

Relationships

Apprentice





Open





Mate





Minkstar


Family


Whitefur - Father - Deceased


Blackpaw - Mother - living

History

Crystaleyes was born during a blissful twilight thus the name. Her father died defending his clan from rouges. She was just one moon old. Her mother had been training her for the first five years of her life. When she became six moons old her mentor was silvereye a half blind Tom. She was a very hard working apprentice and when she became a warrior she defended her clan no matter what.

Other

She is planning to have kits in 1 moon.

 

[StoneWolf18]

TWILIGHTBLISS

General

Age




29 moons old





Gender





She-cat





Clan





Riverclan





Rank





Queen

Appearance

Spoiler

Spoiler

Height





26 inches





Weight





7.8





Tail length





5





Markings





a small scar on her paw but her fur covers it





Scent





She smells like the morning mist.





Voice





Her voice sound like a gentle river; calm and gentle




Written Description




TwilightBliss has very fluffy fur that adds onto her weight. Her multi colored eyes offer scare kits because of their unusual color. She is white with black in certain spots.

Personality

TwilightBliss is mysterious and can keep a secret no matter what. She is blunt and may she harsh when she talks. She is witty. She is also resourceful. She is kind. She is also responsible. She is also a great conversationist.

Relationships

Apprentice





Open





Mate





Minkstar


Family


Whitefur - Father - Deceased


Blackpaw - Mother - living

History

TwilightBliss was born during a blissful twilight thus the name. Her father died defending his clan from rouges. She was just one moon old. Her mother had been training her for the first five years of her life. When she became six moons old her mentor was silvereye a half blind Tom. She was a very hard working apprentice and when she became a warrior she defended her clan no matter what.

Other

Not that I can think of.


Everything's good except please add in how many moons her kits are going to be born and I feel as if her name is a bit too...human...if that makes sense.

 

[Ethereal_Dreams]

Updated when do we start?

 

[StoneWolf18]

Updated when do we start?

Once we get at least a leader and warrior for each clan.

 

[Jinx]

Hey, sorry about not finishing my cat yet, been busy with exams and that, but do you think I can also have a leader or deputy in another clan?

 

[StoneWolf18]

Hey, sorry about not finishing my cat yet, been busy with exams and that, but do you think I can also have a leader or deputy in another clan?

Mmmmm...you have a loner yeah? Well that's a limited position and I rather you not take up that and one of power...if that makes any sense