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8:09pm Nov 6 2010
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Name:Lynxpaw(Lynxfoot) Age:15 moons
Gender:Female Clan:Burnclan Position: Apprentice
Looks:Lynxpaw is deep brown, with with black cheetah-like spots all over her body. She's shorthaired, and has a bobbed tail. She's built for fighting. Personality:Lynxpaw is energetic and fiesty, with a sharp toungue in the mix. She's quick to make a come-back, and always has a reply in her head. Rarely is she ever a loss for words. History:Lynxpaw grew up with an apprentice named Robinpaw, but one day he dissapeared, andshe had no idea what happened to him.
Other:Nope ~~ Name:Robinpaw Age:15 moons
Gender:Male Clan:DrownClan, formerly BurnClan
Position:Apprentice Looks:Robinpaw is red furred, with brown marking around his face. He's built for swimming. Personality:Robinpaw is quite nervous most of the time, but this has a bonus factor, as he's always listening and on alert, so if something happens, he'll be one of the first to know.
History:Born in BurnClan, Robinpaw grew up with his friend, Lynxpaw, but he got lost one day, turning up in DrownClan territory. The DrownClan warriors thought he was a young rogue, so they let him join the Clan. Because Robinpaw was afraid they would do something horrible to him if he told he was from BurnClan, he kept his tounge. Other:Nope
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2:30am Nov 7 2010
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Name: Thrushsoar Age: 22 moons Gender: Male Clan: BurnClan Position: Deputy, if possible :3 Looks: Thrushsoar is a medium-sized brown tabby with short fur. His base coat is a light brown color, and his tabby stripes are a dark brown, almost black color. His eyes are a light green, and have an inquisitive look about them. Personality: Thrushsoar has always been a confident, but hardships have caused him to not take things for granted. The only things he really trusts are his leader, and Clanmates. Thrushsoar, like his name, is quick and agile. He's not very good at clubbing and dealing great damage, but he can tire and opponent easily. History: Thrushsoar and his sister, Swallowtrill, have lost a brother. When they were apprentices, their brother, Hawkpaw, was fallen by a badger. Their father died in battle, and the only one left was their mother, who is now a frail old elder (Will be NPC :/ ) Other: You can call Thrushsoar and Swallowtrill bird kin xD Bird names, very fitting :d --- Name: Swallowtrill Age: 22 moons Gender: Female Clan: BurnClan Position: Warrior Looks: Swallowtrill is a petite, pretty and lithe black she-cat. She's got sparkling blue eyes and a white belly. Her front left and back right paws are also tinged white, as if she dipped them in a bucket of white paint. She has short and sleek fur, and three dots of white that trail underneath her left eye. Personality: Swallowtrill, true to her name, is an excellent hunter. She, like Thrushsoar, is agile and fast, like a bird o_o Swallowtrill is a sharp-tongued and quick-witted she-cat, nothing like her looks. When she's around hurt cats, Swallowtrill can turn into something like a loving mother. She's not very patient, and can snap easily. History: Look at Thrushsoar :3 Other: None. --- Name: Skyslash Age: 20 moons Gender: Male Clan: DrownClan Position: Warrior Looks: Skyslash is a large black cat with a jagged and rather ugly scar that resembles lightning on his left side. He has short fur, and blazing amber eyes. Personality: Skyslash is a gruff and aloof tom. He doesn't like rule-breaking, and he sticks rigidly to the warrior code. He's a bit soft around she-cats and kits for some reason, but tends to love kits more. History: Born with the name Nightkit, Skyslash attained the ragged slash on his side from a gruesome fight with a fox when he was an apprentice, straying away from his mentor. The wound barely healed, leaving that scar. He's pure DrownClan. Other: Lalala. --- Name: Mistdance Age: 18 moons Gender: Female Clan: DrownClan Position: Warrior Looks: Mistdance is a long-legged and medium-sized she-cat. She has cold blue eyes and a very pale grey base coat. Her tabby stripes are slightly darker, and her paws are white. Personality: Mistdance is a friendly and optimistic she-cat. She can't say no to a request, no matter how stupid. She's a bit gullible and naive. Mistdance isn't a gentle, loving she-cat, she's tough and hardy. History: She had a pretty normal life. Mistdance was the only kit in her litter. She has lived her entire life in DrownClan. Mistdance has befriended a few kittypets over time, but always kept it a secret from her Clan, knowing that they wouldn't approve. Other: None. --- Name: Sleetpaw [Sleetstorm] Age: 10 moons Gender: Male Clan: BurnClan Position: Apprentice Looks: Sleetpaw is a medium-sized silver tabby, large for cats his age. He has intelligent-looking grey eyes. His base coat is a hard silver color. Personality: Sleetpaw is a very logical tom. He's a bit headstrong and stubborn, and refuses to back down on a point he's made. Sleetpaw has a bit of a cold side, especially around boasters. History: Clanborn, and has never doubted his history. Other: None. --- Name: Silverpaw [Silversmoke] Age: 12 moons [She'll have her warrior ceremony soon? :d] Gender: Female Clan: DrownClan Position: Apprentice, almost warrior Looks: Silverpaw is a dark silver she-cat with a petite figure. She has bright blue eyes. She has short fur and a little nick on her ear, results from fighting. Personality: She's like Mistdance, as they are related. They're very close as kin, and a lot of Mistdance has rubbed off on Silverpaw. Silverpaw is tomboyish, with a hardy and gullible personality. However, Silverpaw has a sense of humor. She also likes to test things to breaking point, even though Silverpaw doesn't mean to. History: Normal Clan life, but Silverpaw's father is a rogue. She doesn't enjoy talking about it. Other: None [[whew. Done.]]
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9:12am Nov 7 2010
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9:19am Nov 7 2010
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((All accepted charries added to list. Keep in mind, apprentices become warriors at about 20 moons. i'll be weighting the gender scale and then we'll start))
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10:19am Nov 7 2010
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((so when will we start :3 ))
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11:13am Nov 7 2010
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(Sorry, I had to leave last night my bios are coming.)
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2:50pm Nov 7 2010
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((I'll let Tri make their bios, then we'll start))
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4:35pm Nov 7 2010 (last edited on 12:29am Nov 8 2010)
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[[Thanks Det. You have no idea how long it took me to think them up x.x Uhm, apprentices become warriors at 12 moons. 20 moons is too old, as the apprentices would have been training for 14 moons, which is too long. I think 12 moons is much more believable, as I have compared the numbers and checked a few of the warriors books :/ ]]
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5:46am Nov 8 2010
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((*annoyed* Tld, I understand what the books say, but this is my roleplay. An extra 8 moons isn't gonna hurt anyone here if we timeskip to naming ceremonies because of dullness.))
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5:49am Nov 8 2010
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[[Errr, sorry if I annoyed you :/ I didn't mean to, I was just pointing something out. Then fine, I'll leave Silverpaw's age, but leave ou the fact that she will be a warrior soon, if that's alright. Don't have freak out over that ^^"]]
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8:25am Nov 8 2010
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Name: Ecale(Ecaleheart) Age: 2 moons Gender: Male Clan: None Position: Kittypet Looks: Ecale is a plain black cat. He has ice blue eyes that make him look he's blind but he's not. He has tons of scars on him. His back rght paw is white. Personality: Ecale is nice and sweet. He is an emotional rollercoaster. He has a bad temper that he can't really controle. He's a trouble maker. History: He was a kit in the BurnClan. He ran away with a kitten and lived with it's family. Other: His 'sister' is Lace. ~~~~ The rest are coming, I have to go.
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6:33pm Nov 8 2010
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((I'm going to have to not accept the bio Tri. Ecale doesn't sound much like a warrior name. To tell the truth, you are holding the roleplay up quite a bit, just posting your bios. I hope you don't take offense, but I think i'll start the roleplay early, so people don't forget about it. Tld- I suppose you're right. I was being a bit defensive and immature. It's a morning thing XD)) Gladestar's tail twitched as she examined the activities in her camp. She settled down to sit on her haunches, and her eyes shut with peace as the sun warmed her pelt. She let out a sigh and opened her eyes. "What is it Hailtwist?" she said, her eyes piercing into those of the warrior. Hailtwist flinched at his leader's gaze, but flicked his tail. "I think our patrol scented Burnclan a mouse length over the border." he said. Gladestar's eyes flashed with rage. There would be no peace today. "Keep everyone on high alert" she ordered. "If we scent them any closer, we will bring it up at the Gathering" --- Applesong was settled in her den with a slight purr in her throat. The last injured cat from the last battle had just been fully healed, and all of her herbs were in stock. In the state of calm she was in, her thoughts strayed to her mentors from the past, being kidnapped all those moons ago; how it ruined everything...
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7:41pm Nov 8 2010
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Moon sat with her tail wrapped around her paws, staring sightlessly up at the sky. The warmth of the sun washed across her face. A breeze ruffled her black fur and she inhaled deeply through her nose. She could scent the Clan in the distance. What did they call themselves? BurnClan, she remembered. And another scent, one that was all too familiar, a twig snapped lightly and she twitched one ear "Hello Tiger." she said calmly. Tiger twitched her ears, dropping a mouse not far from her sister, "Here." she said gruffly, laying down in the warm sunshine and stretching her muscles, "aren't we a little too close to the Clan cats for comfort?" she asked. Moon shook her head, "nope. We are downwind from them. I doubt they even know we are here." ___ Demonsoul padded out of the warriors den, blinking to get his eyes used to the sunlight. He padded over to the Freshkill pile and geabbed a vole, eating it in two swift bites. He sat on his haunches and looked in the direction of BurnClan territory. Deep down, he missed his brother, but he was so sure he belonged here. He sighed loudly and looked down at his paws. ___ Stormshadow padded into camp with a thrush in his jaws. He carried it over to the Freshkill pile and set it down. It wasnt much, but it added to the rabbit and two mice he had caught the previous day. He chose a sparrow for himself and began to pluck its feather as his mind began to wander. . .
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8:15pm Nov 8 2010 (last edited on 8:21pm Nov 11 2010)
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Name:Skycloud Age:26 moons
Gender:Femme Clan: DrownClan Position:Warrior Looks:Built for fighting,brown eyes with red tinge, long white fur. Personality:Skycloud likes to be upto-date, and in the heart of the Clan commmunity. She has a heart for kits and elders, and helps out as much as she can. But at times she can be slightly irratable. History:Skycloud was pretty much fostered by her mentor after her mother and father died over a border skirmish. Other than that, a pretty normal life. Other:None ~~ Name:Soke (loo-oh-key, warrior name Smokestorm if he joins a Clan) Age:22 moons
Gender:Male Clan:NoneClan Position:Age of a warrior
Looks:Soke is dark brown, his body built for speed. His eyes are a deep yellow, with the slightest bit of amber. Personality:Soke is a very social cat, but how can you socialize, being a rouge? History:Soke was born a rouge, lived a rouge, and living a rouge.
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8:48pm Nov 8 2010
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Swallowtrill's eyes fluttered open. She let out a yawn, rolling over and nudging her brother, Thrushsoar. Thrushsoar made a 'unnnff...?' sound. "Wake up, mouse-brain." Swallowtrill hissed, slowly getting up and prodding her brother. Thrushsoar's head bolted up. "Swallowtrill!" He mewed unhappily. "Why wake me up?" Swallowtrill rolled her eyes. "If you keep this attitude up, we'll never have apprentices." She droned as her brother got up. The two of them headed out of the warrior's den, Swallowtrill instantly padding around the camp, looking for their deputy Stormshadow. --- Sleetpaw was drowsing under the sun in the middle of the camp. When was Fleetfoot going to wake up? The silver tom tossed and turned, waiting impatiently. He shot up when Sleetpaw heard mews coming from the warrior's den. His muscles relaxed again when it was just Swallowtrill and Thrushsoar, both of them fairly young warriors. He nodded in acknowledgement, returning to his initial position. --- Skyslash stalked into the camp carrying a limp mouse. He dropped it onto the fresh kill pile, wandering around the camp in search of Fallingstream. Skyslash wanted to go on a patrol, his paws itched with excitement and tingled with restlessness. --- Mistdance was strolling around the camp with her friend, Silverpaw. "So, what happens when you become a warrior, Mistdance?" Silverpaw asked her friend in her usual wispy voice. Mistdane let out a chuckle. "Well, there isn't much, Silverpaw. Patrols, hunting and all of that. But we can do it by ourselves this time." Mistdance gave her friend a mischievious wink. Silverpaw rolled her eyes and continued padding along the camp, her eyes constantly flickering back to the warrior's den to see whether or not her mentor had awoken yet. When Silverpaw spotted Demonsoul, she bounded towards him, Mistdance following at a more relaxed pace. "Demonsoul!" Silverpaw called out, skidding to a stop in front of her mentor. Mistdance purred. "Slow down, Silverpaw." She said, stopping to sit beside Demonsoul.
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8:59pm Nov 8 2010 (last edited on 8:59pm Nov 8 2010)
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Bloodmist sighed, shaking her head. "Robinpaw, your paws are all scratched up! This is at least the fifth time you've come to tell me that you got a thorn stuck in your paw!" She tutted, swiping wet moss on Robinpaw's pad. "There, now stay off the thorns for a while, okay?" Robinpaw nodded numbly and exited the medicine cat's den.
Bloodmist chuckled softly, twitching her tail. Robinpaw was so much different than the other apprentices. She always guessed it was because he'd been a rouge, but he certainly didn't act like he'd been alone. He'd adapted to Clan life so fast, you could've thought he was born here. Bloodmist sat down in her small den, just opposite of her herb store.
Her den was simple, not too much. It was a small cave, with a jutt-out Bloodmist put extra herbs that wouldn't fit in her stockroom. She slept in the middle, a small, perfectly dry secluded nest. She didn't mind being alone. It was nice. No shoving, budging. But sometimes, she wished she'd continued the regular apprentice life.
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6:18am Nov 9 2010
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[[Durrhurrhurr, look at my new signature xD Ratings on how much it sucks, people? :3 And bump x_o]] |
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4:36pm Nov 9 2010
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((my oh my! I LOL'd at your siggie so hard I pooped a double rainbow. XD))
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6:25pm Nov 9 2010
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It was early morning and Sparrowstar could already tell the camp was waking up. Twitching his tail he stretched gracefully, the bright sunlight hitting his brown pelt and causing it to shine dully, like a wet pebble. Flexing his muscles the small tom leaped down delicately from his perch a top high rock, the lichen covering his den's entrance still swinging from his exit a few minutes earlier. Bounding down the rocky slope he slowed his descent as he neared the bottom, glinting blue eyes surveying his surroundings. "Thrushsoar, Swallowtrill," he mewed in welcome as the two warriors came into his view, evidentally looking for another cat. "Are you searching for someone?" Purring slightly he padded up to the two, feeling slightly dwarfed by the two, even by the petite black-furred Swallowtrill. "If you're looking for Stormshadow...he went out hunting I believe. He should be-" Glancing over his shoulder the tom flicked his ear. "He's over there. By the entrace. I felt like you needed to speak to him. Tell me, if I'm incorrect." -- His belly grumbling noisily a thin, partially scarred tom stepped out of the warrior's den a few heartbeats after Swallowtrill and Thrushsoar, his tail waving slightly as a good mood washed over him. "Morning," he meowed, dipping his head respectfully at his littermate and leader as he pa.ssed the group of cats. Heading for the fresh-kill pile the scent of rabbit invaded his nostrils. Purring he padded over to Stormshadow. "I see you had a good hunt," he mewed conversationally, falling in step with the large dark gray tom. "The prey is running well these days." Glancing at the sky he was heartened to see that it promised signs of rain later in the day, when most cats were resting. "Rain," he meowed softly. "The forest has been needing it." -- Stepping out of the creek a small dappled she-cat shook her fur quickly before rolling on the gra.ss, water flying everywhere as she struggled to make herself as dry as possible. A hot flush spread through her fur as she realized what she had been doing. Foolish, she berated herself angrily. Licking her fluffed up chest fur down Dapplepaw set down a well-trodden path back from the burbling creek, only pausing to dig up a cache of prey the apprentice barely slowed her stride. (A few minutes later) "I'm back," she meowed breathlessly to no one in particular, mumbling through a thick bundle of fur. Dropping the rabbit and a few mice into the fresh-kill pile she trotted over to the warrior's den in search of her mentor. Tail dragging slightly on the ground from exhaustion, she stumbled to the outside of the den and sat down with a patient air around her. Now that she was still Dapplepaw's mind began straying. Who was that apprentice? she thought miserably, her shoulders falling with sadness. From the gathering...why can't I stop thinking of him? I'm a traitor to my Clan, going on like this. -- Blinking her eyes against the flashing sun hit them, Fallingstream ducked her head as she squirmed through the tight branches of the gorse barrier that protected her camp. Flattening her ears she hissed with annoyance as a thorn gashed her ear and a bit of her head, the crimson liquid flowing down her muzzle and staining her honey fur red. "Just my luck," she muttered a few heartbeats later, now standing outside the Medicine Cat's den with a thoroughly grumpy look shining in her green eyes. Peering into the den she noticed Robinpaw and Bloodmist. "Hello there," she meowed politely, purring at the apprentice. "Scratched paws Robinpaw?" she asked with amusement tinging her voice as she saw him pad gingerly past her. Shaking her head ruefully the deputy padded up to Bloodmist. "Doesn't take a medicine cat to see what I need," she meowed dryly as she sat in front of the other she-cat, tilting her head to let the blood run off her muzzle as opposed to in her mouth.
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7:01pm Nov 9 2010
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((XD love the siggy Tld! Epic awesomeness))
Stormshadow flicked his tail in greeting to Fleetfoot. He glanced up at the sky, he hadnt even notcied the clouds that had begun to form. The only downside to rain was it soaked into his thick fur and made his coat heavy. He noticed that although he was saying nothing, the silence on his part wasnt awkward at all. Finally he decided to say something, "do you want to go on patrol before it starts raining? You could go with Sleetpaw, Minkclaw and Lynxpaw." he said in his quiet voice.
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Demonsoul smiled, "Morning Silverpaw, Mistdance." he glanced at the somewhat small freshkill pile, "want to go hunting?" he asked Silverpaw, "we could use some freshkill." ((XD hahahahah FAILtastic post))
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