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mldna
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Name; Wolfsong
Gender; Female
Mate; None
Appearance;
Position; Warrior
Personality;
+ Loyal through and through, Wolfsong would do anything to protect her clan. She has a large, caring heart for all living creatures and would never leave a hurt friend behind.
+ She is quite outspoken (can sometimes be viewed as a negative trait) and will not keep her mouth shut if she believes that something is wrong.
- Stubborn. This is the one thing that never fails to get Wolfsong into risky situations or make her dive head first into trouble. Some cats say this will inevitably be the death of her. True to her nature, however, she refuses to believe them.
- As stated above, her outspokenness has also led her to trouble and been called a bad trait of hers. She spent much time with the elders as an apprentice, continually getting herself into trouble by not holding her tongue.
Background; From a very young age, Wolfsong has always felt a close connection with the stars and the heavens, swearing that she can see the shadowy cats who live there among the trees late at night. They have never spoken to her, yet she can feel a pelt pressed against hers while she sleeps - a cat she has to assume is her mother, a cat she never met. Her mother passed during birth, only alive long enough to name the gray cat after the rumored large dogs that lived in mountains far away. Her father was a cat from beyond their borders, someone she has never met in all of time in the clan. As the only living kit from her mothers first - and only - litter, Wolfsong feels an undying gratitude to her fellow clan cats that cared her and assured her a full life.
When it came time for her Warrior name, there was but one the leader had picked for her. It spoke for her refusal to be silenced, for her ability to speak up when the world told her to be quiet. She has always showed promise in fighting techniques and things of that nature, while hunting is one of her weaker abilities. While she can still provide for her clan, she truly shines in protecting them.
Gender; Female
Mate; None
Appearance;
Position; Warrior
Personality;
+ Loyal through and through, Wolfsong would do anything to protect her clan. She has a large, caring heart for all living creatures and would never leave a hurt friend behind.
+ She is quite outspoken (can sometimes be viewed as a negative trait) and will not keep her mouth shut if she believes that something is wrong.
- Stubborn. This is the one thing that never fails to get Wolfsong into risky situations or make her dive head first into trouble. Some cats say this will inevitably be the death of her. True to her nature, however, she refuses to believe them.
- As stated above, her outspokenness has also led her to trouble and been called a bad trait of hers. She spent much time with the elders as an apprentice, continually getting herself into trouble by not holding her tongue.
Background; From a very young age, Wolfsong has always felt a close connection with the stars and the heavens, swearing that she can see the shadowy cats who live there among the trees late at night. They have never spoken to her, yet she can feel a pelt pressed against hers while she sleeps - a cat she has to assume is her mother, a cat she never met. Her mother passed during birth, only alive long enough to name the gray cat after the rumored large dogs that lived in mountains far away. Her father was a cat from beyond their borders, someone she has never met in all of time in the clan. As the only living kit from her mothers first - and only - litter, Wolfsong feels an undying gratitude to her fellow clan cats that cared her and assured her a full life.
When it came time for her Warrior name, there was but one the leader had picked for her. It spoke for her refusal to be silenced, for her ability to speak up when the world told her to be quiet. She has always showed promise in fighting techniques and things of that nature, while hunting is one of her weaker abilities. While she can still provide for her clan, she truly shines in protecting them.
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Ancient Chinese Warlord Batman
Name; Thorntail
Gender; Male
Mate; None, YET
Appearance; (MIGHT ADD A PICTURE LATER!) Darkish, Brownish fur, with a tint of greyness added, 1 Major Battle Scar scratching, from Torso, to back. Blue, Grayish, eyes.
Position; Warrior
Personality;
+ Loyal, as a kit, Thorntail (kit) would almost always listen to the medicine cat and Warriors, though there was a mischievous side to him though, as a Warrior, he almost followed every order his superiors gave him. There are some exceptions though. (Look below)
+ Pride, Thorntail's pride was endless. If something damaged his clan's reputation, he would immediately refuse to do it, unless it is absolutely issued out as a direct order, and he could not disobey it. Due to this, he gives up in few situations, and will often torture himself to get something, if he desires it the most.
- Prickly, when meeting new people, he is quite rude to them, but this soon changes when they become friends, there is a kind, and mysterious side to him too.
- Big eater, Thorntail was a REALLY big eater, he would sometimes even break the Warrior code because of it. Sometimes he even fought for his food, but stopped quickly, due to his superior's orders. Some made fun of him for this.
Background; Born to two normal Warriors, Thorntail's life was quite normal, as a apprentice, he normally learnt from a mentor, and hung out with other apprentice's at times. Until a certain battle happened, as one of the oldest apprentice's he was allowed to participate, but as an apprentice, and not a Warrior, but 2 Cats from another clan had followed him, to ambush Thorntail, during that instance he was skilled for an apprentice, he fought back. Making his enemies angrier with surprising strikes, he eventually pushed them too far. One of them, delivered a huge blow, Thorntail was lucky he survived. The scratch was huge, almost reaching to his tail. This gave him his traits of being mysterious, and prickly. Getting his Warrior name, Thornpaw turned into Thorntail! With his pride burning the brightest in this moment of his life.
Thorntail Showed much skill with his fighting techniques in his apprentice moons, he was very proud! But his Father, had died in battle, and his mother was sick by this time. Going by his own rules, Thorntail tortured himself to get stronger and vengeance, he eventually discovered his limit and stopped. But soon, he had multiple visions from Starclan, telling him to calm down. He even had sightings of Starclan Warriors, and his father. The elders tried cheering Thorntail up, and this worked a couple of times. He had more visions of Starclan, eventually leading to being chosen to a prophecy. Thorntail was surprised by this, and questioned the reasoning behind this, but Starclan refused to answer. But, he was ready to fulfill this prophecy. However, just before he was going to leave, the Clan leader announced a meeting, stating Thorntail's new apprentice, but Thorntail was forced to tell his clan leader about the prophecy, just before he got his apprentice. This was a hit to the face, because Thorntail was very keen to get an apprentice, however, Thorntail accepted this. A cat filled with sorrow, and a hidden might, to go on a Prophecy, to save the Dying Forest.
Gender; Male
Mate; None, YET
Appearance; (MIGHT ADD A PICTURE LATER!) Darkish, Brownish fur, with a tint of greyness added, 1 Major Battle Scar scratching, from Torso, to back. Blue, Grayish, eyes.
Position; Warrior
Personality;
+ Loyal, as a kit, Thorntail (kit) would almost always listen to the medicine cat and Warriors, though there was a mischievous side to him though, as a Warrior, he almost followed every order his superiors gave him. There are some exceptions though. (Look below)
+ Pride, Thorntail's pride was endless. If something damaged his clan's reputation, he would immediately refuse to do it, unless it is absolutely issued out as a direct order, and he could not disobey it. Due to this, he gives up in few situations, and will often torture himself to get something, if he desires it the most.
- Prickly, when meeting new people, he is quite rude to them, but this soon changes when they become friends, there is a kind, and mysterious side to him too.
- Big eater, Thorntail was a REALLY big eater, he would sometimes even break the Warrior code because of it. Sometimes he even fought for his food, but stopped quickly, due to his superior's orders. Some made fun of him for this.
Background; Born to two normal Warriors, Thorntail's life was quite normal, as a apprentice, he normally learnt from a mentor, and hung out with other apprentice's at times. Until a certain battle happened, as one of the oldest apprentice's he was allowed to participate, but as an apprentice, and not a Warrior, but 2 Cats from another clan had followed him, to ambush Thorntail, during that instance he was skilled for an apprentice, he fought back. Making his enemies angrier with surprising strikes, he eventually pushed them too far. One of them, delivered a huge blow, Thorntail was lucky he survived. The scratch was huge, almost reaching to his tail. This gave him his traits of being mysterious, and prickly. Getting his Warrior name, Thornpaw turned into Thorntail! With his pride burning the brightest in this moment of his life.
Thorntail Showed much skill with his fighting techniques in his apprentice moons, he was very proud! But his Father, had died in battle, and his mother was sick by this time. Going by his own rules, Thorntail tortured himself to get stronger and vengeance, he eventually discovered his limit and stopped. But soon, he had multiple visions from Starclan, telling him to calm down. He even had sightings of Starclan Warriors, and his father. The elders tried cheering Thorntail up, and this worked a couple of times. He had more visions of Starclan, eventually leading to being chosen to a prophecy. Thorntail was surprised by this, and questioned the reasoning behind this, but Starclan refused to answer. But, he was ready to fulfill this prophecy. However, just before he was going to leave, the Clan leader announced a meeting, stating Thorntail's new apprentice, but Thorntail was forced to tell his clan leader about the prophecy, just before he got his apprentice. This was a hit to the face, because Thorntail was very keen to get an apprentice, however, Thorntail accepted this. A cat filled with sorrow, and a hidden might, to go on a Prophecy, to save the Dying Forest.
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Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Name: Chasmpaw
Gender: Female
Mate: None yet; may develop.
Appearance: A lean cinnamon-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes and a short, thick coat.
Rank: medicine cat apprentice
Personality:
+ Fast Thinker — Chasmpaw thinks fast on her paws and is rather good at keeping her head in stressful, panicky situations. she remains highly detached from these situations and oftentimes can think her way out of a dilemma or tight spot.
+ Ambitious — Ambition, positive? Yes! Chasmpaw is talented at picking a goal and never sopping until she reaches it. She sets high goals for herself and knows how to rise to them, craving influence in the world and knowing how to use it.
– Cold — Chasmpaw is remorseless in her actions. Many apprentices actively avoid her and find her chilly detachment unnerving and some from other Clans may even admit that there's something calculating and menacing in the way she looks at you that frightens them.
– Selfish — Chasmpaw is, truly, looking out for number One. While her objective will be to save the Clans and she can recognize that this is something bigger than her and demands her cooperation, on a day-to-day basis and on small scales, her well being comes before anyone else's.
Past:
Chasmpaw was born into a normal life. She, by all accounts, deserved one, but this was not how things came to be.
No, she was always weak and the frequent target of bullies — in fact, she became the favored target in the nursery and later apprentice den. She tried hard to do her best, to grow stronger but couldn't. She turned her ambitions to becoming deputy and leader one day. She wanted to have influence. However, as time went on, it became clear she did not have the physical capabilities — or at least, this is what she was told, and shown, every day as the other apprentices harassed and hurt her. No one wanted to stop it when she begged them — she was instead told to make them stop on her own. Before long, she switched to pursuing the course of medicine cat to avoid further bullying, not willing to give up the dream of power.
She did have one friend: Another apprentice named Flintpaw. She was very fond of him, and knew he felt greatly the same way. They were together frequently, though from the outside they only appeared to be friends. This was Chasmpaw's secret: a secret so powerful that when the other apprentices, eager to get at her again, took him on a hunting trip to rough him up, she stayed quiet after one ringleader — Meadowpaw — threatened to expose it. However, things didn't go quite as they planned.
Flintpaw fell in the gorge.
After this, Chasmpaw shifted. She had grown sick of the suffering she had been put through in her attempts to do good, and decided if the world was to be cruel, she would be, too. She wanted her reward and would not wait. Then she hit on it: The secret that cost Flintpaw his life had subdued her. Secrets were power.
Before long, Chasmpaw had pressed apprentices and warriors alike into submission within the Clan — as well as some from RiverClan and ThunderClan as a side effect — through the power that accompanied secrets she gathered with the help of a few, though no one was sure who it was she used as ears.
She rarely exercises her blackmailing power. She uses it solely to ensure that others do not tread on her, though she often dangles what she knows in front of those she 'owns' in her Clan and at gatherings.
Gender: Female
Mate: None yet; may develop.
Appearance: A lean cinnamon-and-white tabby she-cat with green eyes and a short, thick coat.
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Personality:
+ Fast Thinker — Chasmpaw thinks fast on her paws and is rather good at keeping her head in stressful, panicky situations. she remains highly detached from these situations and oftentimes can think her way out of a dilemma or tight spot.
+ Ambitious — Ambition, positive? Yes! Chasmpaw is talented at picking a goal and never sopping until she reaches it. She sets high goals for herself and knows how to rise to them, craving influence in the world and knowing how to use it.
– Cold — Chasmpaw is remorseless in her actions. Many apprentices actively avoid her and find her chilly detachment unnerving and some from other Clans may even admit that there's something calculating and menacing in the way she looks at you that frightens them.
– Selfish — Chasmpaw is, truly, looking out for number One. While her objective will be to save the Clans and she can recognize that this is something bigger than her and demands her cooperation, on a day-to-day basis and on small scales, her well being comes before anyone else's.
Past:
Chasmpaw was born into a normal life. She, by all accounts, deserved one, but this was not how things came to be.
No, she was always weak and the frequent target of bullies — in fact, she became the favored target in the nursery and later apprentice den. She tried hard to do her best, to grow stronger but couldn't. She turned her ambitions to becoming deputy and leader one day. She wanted to have influence. However, as time went on, it became clear she did not have the physical capabilities — or at least, this is what she was told, and shown, every day as the other apprentices harassed and hurt her. No one wanted to stop it when she begged them — she was instead told to make them stop on her own. Before long, she switched to pursuing the course of medicine cat to avoid further bullying, not willing to give up the dream of power.
She did have one friend: Another apprentice named Flintpaw. She was very fond of him, and knew he felt greatly the same way. They were together frequently, though from the outside they only appeared to be friends. This was Chasmpaw's secret: a secret so powerful that when the other apprentices, eager to get at her again, took him on a hunting trip to rough him up, she stayed quiet after one ringleader — Meadowpaw — threatened to expose it. However, things didn't go quite as they planned.
Flintpaw fell in the gorge.
After this, Chasmpaw shifted. She had grown sick of the suffering she had been put through in her attempts to do good, and decided if the world was to be cruel, she would be, too. She wanted her reward and would not wait. Then she hit on it: The secret that cost Flintpaw his life had subdued her. Secrets were power.
Before long, Chasmpaw had pressed apprentices and warriors alike into submission within the Clan — as well as some from RiverClan and ThunderClan as a side effect — through the power that accompanied secrets she gathered with the help of a few, though no one was sure who it was she used as ears.
She rarely exercises her blackmailing power. She uses it solely to ensure that others do not tread on her, though she often dangles what she knows in front of those she 'owns' in her Clan and at gatherings.
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A broken doll picking up the pieces of her life
Name: Nightfang
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Appearance:
A few scars across his left eye, right paw, and tail.
Position: Warrior
Personality:
+Mishchievious; It really depends on how you look at this trait, it could be counted as a good or bad trait. To Nightfang though he thinks it's a wonderful trait. As Nightkit he was always getting into trouble, though he normally didn't mean any harm by it. He was just a cat looking for some fun, and still is at times, though not as often as before.
+Protective: Nightfang will always, Always, stand up and protect others on his side. He has always had a protective reputation around his clan, always stepping in if a kit was in trouble, or if anyone was in trouble for that fact. He won't hesitate to jump in and help those in trouble.
-Silent: For the most part, he doesn't speak, mostly only when it's necessary. He rarely speaks up or says anything, preferring to watch and listen for the most part. Only the cats that he is closest to he will speak much too, even then it's not a whole lot.
-Relentless: When his mind is set, it's set. Very little chance of changing it. If he wants something done, he won't stop until it gets done. This goes for battle as well. He won't ever give up, not until he is physically unable to fight, dead, or the battle is done. This of course can cause quite a few problems if he gets stuck in a fight that he isn't that likely to win.
Background:
Nightfang's life has never been hard, just mostly confusing. To start he was kind of a surprise in his litter, being the only black kit out of gray and white litter. To make things even more confusing, his mother disappeared a moon after he was born. Before her disappearance he had always been a cheerful talkative kit who was just slightly over energetic. He was always bounding around with his mother and father, but after his mother disappeared, his father became distant and wanted nothing to do with the kit anymore. This is when his silence started, though no one really knows why. When Nightkit became Nightpaw he almost instantly was a natural at most skills, hunting being the one skill that took him quite a while to master. It wasn't until a battle against another clan that he earned his warrior status. He originally wasn't supposed to be in the battle, but his protective nature kicked in and he followed into battle without any others noticing at first. The battle had been a bad one for the apprentice, having nearly been killed in the process. He has the scars to remind him of it as well. Though he had disobeyed a direct order to stay out of the battle, he was given his warrior status for helping in the battle.
Nightfang remained in his mostly silent state, but was always there if someone was in danger, or even if a kit was just being picked on. His father still kept his distance and made sure to have nothing to do with Nightfang, though he soon noticed that his father's eyes never strayed far from him, only making things slightly more confusing. Wanting to try and sort out some of his confusing history, he vowed to do everything he can to find out what happened to his mother, even if it took him all his life, the only problem was that there weren't many hints or clues. Though he has never forgotten, and has kept looking for clues.
Sorry this took so long I was out of internet for the day
Gender: Male
Mate: None
Appearance:
A few scars across his left eye, right paw, and tail.
Position: Warrior
Personality:
+Mishchievious; It really depends on how you look at this trait, it could be counted as a good or bad trait. To Nightfang though he thinks it's a wonderful trait. As Nightkit he was always getting into trouble, though he normally didn't mean any harm by it. He was just a cat looking for some fun, and still is at times, though not as often as before.
+Protective: Nightfang will always, Always, stand up and protect others on his side. He has always had a protective reputation around his clan, always stepping in if a kit was in trouble, or if anyone was in trouble for that fact. He won't hesitate to jump in and help those in trouble.
-Silent: For the most part, he doesn't speak, mostly only when it's necessary. He rarely speaks up or says anything, preferring to watch and listen for the most part. Only the cats that he is closest to he will speak much too, even then it's not a whole lot.
-Relentless: When his mind is set, it's set. Very little chance of changing it. If he wants something done, he won't stop until it gets done. This goes for battle as well. He won't ever give up, not until he is physically unable to fight, dead, or the battle is done. This of course can cause quite a few problems if he gets stuck in a fight that he isn't that likely to win.
Background:
Nightfang's life has never been hard, just mostly confusing. To start he was kind of a surprise in his litter, being the only black kit out of gray and white litter. To make things even more confusing, his mother disappeared a moon after he was born. Before her disappearance he had always been a cheerful talkative kit who was just slightly over energetic. He was always bounding around with his mother and father, but after his mother disappeared, his father became distant and wanted nothing to do with the kit anymore. This is when his silence started, though no one really knows why. When Nightkit became Nightpaw he almost instantly was a natural at most skills, hunting being the one skill that took him quite a while to master. It wasn't until a battle against another clan that he earned his warrior status. He originally wasn't supposed to be in the battle, but his protective nature kicked in and he followed into battle without any others noticing at first. The battle had been a bad one for the apprentice, having nearly been killed in the process. He has the scars to remind him of it as well. Though he had disobeyed a direct order to stay out of the battle, he was given his warrior status for helping in the battle.
Nightfang remained in his mostly silent state, but was always there if someone was in danger, or even if a kit was just being picked on. His father still kept his distance and made sure to have nothing to do with Nightfang, though he soon noticed that his father's eyes never strayed far from him, only making things slightly more confusing. Wanting to try and sort out some of his confusing history, he vowed to do everything he can to find out what happened to his mother, even if it took him all his life, the only problem was that there weren't many hints or clues. Though he has never forgotten, and has kept looking for clues.
Sorry this took so long I was out of internet for the day
mldna
Meme lover
Ooc: no worries! I'll be getting a starter up today 
mldna
Meme lover
@Pawz @Superboi360 @Sleipnir
sorry for the wait, I've been busy ;o; I am working on something ASAP ahh ;
sorry for the wait, I've been busy ;o; I am working on something ASAP ahh ;
mldna
Meme lover
@Pawz @Superboi360 @Sleipnir
I will be adding this boy down the line! He's new && I think he'll fit in well later ;;
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Name; Bear
To-Be-Warrior Name; Bearclaw
Gender; Tom Cat
Age; Seventeen moons
Position; House cat / loner
Appearance;
art by sunfields
Personality;
+ Emotionally strong. Despite all that Bear has been through, he seems to be nearly unaffected by it, finding strength where others might find reason to whine.
+ Leader. Bear has a very leader-like personality, willing to give it all and sacrifice himself for those close to him. In fact, it's what caused his disabilities in the first place.
+ Perseverance. In the face of danger, this tom cat will stare whatever it is directly in its' face, unblinking and unmoving.
- Stubborn. Sometimes, his decisions are not good ones, and he knows this. However, he finds it hard to admit that outloud.
- Hot tempered. Often snapping when things are tough, Bear can certainly come off as an angry cat. However, it stems from a good place - he tries to put the weight of others problems on his shoulders far too often.
Background; For as long as he can remember, Bear has been fed by a pair of two-legs that live alone in a meadow. They are rather kind to him, never forcing him to come close or allow them to touch him. He often catches his own food, however, yet they still refresh his food every evening. In some ways, they are his closest friends - and the reason he was ever crippled in the first place. One night, the older woman (whom he calls Crow, for no reason other than her long, black hair) was gardening. Young Bear sat atop a tree nearby, watching her strange actions with distant interest, when a coyote tore from the bushes. The snarling beast went for the old woman, who could not move quick enough to escape his bite. Bear made the decision to protect her, sacrificing his right hind leg and left ear in the process.
The road since then has been rocky at times, with him adjusting to three legs in the wild. Still, the tom cat has continued to press on, never allowing himself to falter. To this day, Crow still thanks him when she catches his eyes - or so he can only assume, as a brilliant smile crosses her lips when their paths cross.
I will be adding this boy down the line! He's new && I think he'll fit in well later ;;
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Name; Bear
To-Be-Warrior Name; Bearclaw
Gender; Tom Cat
Age; Seventeen moons
Position; House cat / loner
Appearance;
art by sunfields
Personality;
+ Emotionally strong. Despite all that Bear has been through, he seems to be nearly unaffected by it, finding strength where others might find reason to whine.
+ Leader. Bear has a very leader-like personality, willing to give it all and sacrifice himself for those close to him. In fact, it's what caused his disabilities in the first place.
+ Perseverance. In the face of danger, this tom cat will stare whatever it is directly in its' face, unblinking and unmoving.
- Stubborn. Sometimes, his decisions are not good ones, and he knows this. However, he finds it hard to admit that outloud.
- Hot tempered. Often snapping when things are tough, Bear can certainly come off as an angry cat. However, it stems from a good place - he tries to put the weight of others problems on his shoulders far too often.
Background; For as long as he can remember, Bear has been fed by a pair of two-legs that live alone in a meadow. They are rather kind to him, never forcing him to come close or allow them to touch him. He often catches his own food, however, yet they still refresh his food every evening. In some ways, they are his closest friends - and the reason he was ever crippled in the first place. One night, the older woman (whom he calls Crow, for no reason other than her long, black hair) was gardening. Young Bear sat atop a tree nearby, watching her strange actions with distant interest, when a coyote tore from the bushes. The snarling beast went for the old woman, who could not move quick enough to escape his bite. Bear made the decision to protect her, sacrificing his right hind leg and left ear in the process.
The road since then has been rocky at times, with him adjusting to three legs in the wild. Still, the tom cat has continued to press on, never allowing himself to falter. To this day, Crow still thanks him when she catches his eyes - or so he can only assume, as a brilliant smile crosses her lips when their paths cross.
