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Silverjay, WindClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Silverjay
-> kit name || Silverkit
-> apprentice name || Silverpaw
-> warrior name || Silverjay
Age || 28 moons
Clan || WindClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || gray and white splashes all over body ; white underbelly
-> scars || Her right eye has a small scar circling half of it
Personality || Silverjay is a determined young she-cat who will fight for her clan until her last breath. She knows the warrior code, and tries to stick to it, but every once in a while she slips over the line, and gets caught. She's been in trouble more than once, but that didn't stop her. Even when her training was set back nearly a moon, she kept going, until she was made a warrior the same time her brother was. Silverjay doesn't have a mate, and doesn't love anyone except her family, and it doesn't look like she ever will. She's an independent she-cat who "has been perfectly fine without a mate so far, and will for longer". She's a little stubborn, too...
History || Silverjay knew she wanted to be a warrior from the moment she set her newly opened eyes on her father, Darkscar. He was big and strong, muscles rippled below his pelt, and he was everything Silverkit wanted to be. From then on, all she thought about was becoming a warrior just like her father, and making him and her mother proud. While her sister, Canteringspirit went on to become a medicine cat apprentice, she continued practicing being a warrior, playing being a warrior, fighting as a warrior with her brother, until she was finally made an apprentice.
She was overjoyed when she found out her mentor was to be her very own hero and father, Darkscar, and that just made her even more determined to make him proud. But, only a few days after her apprenticeship, word came back that ShadowClan was attacking a border patrol near Fourtrees, and nearly everyone was down already. Harestar (the leader before Eaglestar, her uncle) leapt to action, ordering all the apprentices and most of the warriors to go help, and led the patrol himself. When she came back from the battle, her right eye could hardly open, and blood was oozing slowly down her face and from many scratches and bites. It was her first battle, and they had lost. She felt so dejected, she hardly remembers what happened afterwards, only that she was sent immediately to the medicine cat den, where her sister, Canteringspirit cared for her. After that, she remembers nothing except waking up, days later, in the medicine cat den. When she saw herself, she could hardly recognize the cat being reflected back at her. Her right side of her face was puffed out, and her muzzle and flank was covered in slowly healing scratches.
Finally, nearly a moon later, Silverpaw was able to go back to training. She was way behind her brother, Blackpaw, and the other apprentices, but she slowly became more and more determined and sure of herself, until finally she was her old self again and nearly neck to neck with her brother. She was made a warrior sitting right beside him, and though their sister couldn't be next to them, Silverpaw was still just as proud of her as if she was. She was medicine cat now, and she was responsible for the entire clan, and Silverpaw couldn't be more proud.
She earned her warrior name, Silverjay, and her brother Blackslash, and that night, as they sat vigil, Silverjay knew she was where she belonged. In a clan, as a warrior, serving her clan until her very last breath, and maybe along the way having a bit of fun...she still has a scar from her first battle, but now it's simply a line circling half of her eye. She was lucky the cat hadn't clawed it out, or gotten to it, she'd have lost that eye for sure.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Fallowfeather warrior, rp open
|| Father || Darkscar warrior, rp open
|| Sister(s) || Canteringspirit medicine cat, rped by Undercover
|| Brother(s) || Blackslash warrior, rp open
|| Mate || None
|| Kit(s) || None
|| Apprentice || None rp open
Open Collaborations || Apprentice, Blackslash, and parents (talk to Undercover about Blackslash and parents) (hide spoiler)]
Foxlight, ShadowClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Foxlight
-> kit name || Foxkit
-> apprentice name || Foxpaw
-> warrior name || Foxlight
Age || 23 moons
Clan || Shadowclan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
(Ice blue eyes, though)
-> markings || A calico-colored face, with a completely white body save for spots of orange on front paws
-> scars || Her nose shows marks of many battles
Personality || Foxlight certainly lives up to her name. From a distance, she might seem like a gentle, kind, quiet she-cat, but in reality she's a fierce, fight first-talk later cat who doesn't take no for an answer, and is a formidable enemy in battle. Because of her sharp tongue and claws, she does not have many friends in her clan, but there are a few that put up with her temper. In battle she's ruthless, savage, and even cold-hearted at times, which isn't necessarily what she wants. Sometimes, when she's all alone, with no one to distract her from her troublesome thoughts, she'll look up at the stars and wonder if that's really who she wants to be.
But she has another side, too. She can be caring to young kits, and sweet when she wants to be. She isn't all fox, there's some light in her, too.
History || Foxkit was the only kit that survived her litter, the rest died, one by one, during a particularly freezing leaf-bare. She never knew her father, and her mother had no experience raising kits, and no other queens to help her, so she was on her own with Foxkit. She tried to care for the little kit as best she could, but it seemed she did all the wrong things. Foxkit became snappish and short-tempered, and had no interest in doing any of the usual things a young kit does. She had no patience for her mother, or the warriors all over camp who always seemed to look at her with sympathy in their eyes. She didn't want sympathy. She hated that look and hated everyone who looked at her that way. Finally, when she became an apprentice, Foxpaw made a friend, Reedpaw. He didn't look at her with sympathy, and he didn't treat her any differently from any of the other apprentices. But only two moons after becoming an apprentice, Reedpaw died in a badger attack. After that, Foxpaw had no friends. She was a lone wolf, you could say, and if anyone tried to become friends with her, she'd push them away. But then, she became friends with _________, the apprentice medicine cat. Foxlight still doesn't know how _________ was able to get close enough to even think about being friends, but when they were, Foxpaw was finally happy again. Soon, __________'s good-naturedness and simple patience began to rub off on Foxpaw, and by the time she was made into a warrior, she was a new cat. Foxlight can still be snappish and mean at times, and certainly is impatient with kits, but after gaining _______'s friendship, she was able to lower a few of the defenses around her heart, and get some more friends, at least be on speaking terms with the now senior warriors, and have a better life.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Open for rp
|| Father || Unknown
|| Sister(s) || Unnamed deceased ; Unnamed deceased ; Unnamed deceased
|| Brother(s) || Unnamed deceased
|| Mate || Will be Nightberry of ShadowClan rped by Lilan
|| Kit(s) || None
|| Apprentice || Shadepaw, rped by Paradox
Open Collaborations ||
-best friend, Shadowclan's apprentice medicine cat (hide spoiler)]
Ravenfeather, ShadowClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Ravenfeather
-> kit name || Ravenkit
-> apprentice name || Ravenpaw
-> warrior name || Ravenfeather
Age || 14 moons
Clan || ShadowClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || totally black pelt
-> scars || none
-> body || slender, a very small cat
Personality || One would think Ravenfeather might be bitter from her mother giving her away and how she was treated in her early days of Clanhood, but she isn't. She might be, deep down where she stows all her secrets, but on the outside she is a kind, good-natured she-cat who has many friends in ShadowClan and a good reputation (see when she was made an apprentice, in History). Sometimes, on cold leaf-bare nights when Ravenfeather can't get to sleep, she'll lie awake thinking about her parents. She'll wonder why her mother gave her away and where they are now, and if her father really is in a place up in the sky called StarClan. She doesn't exactly believe in StarClan, but she believes her clanmates believe, which is good enough for her.
History || When Ravenfeather was born, she was named Raven, after the blackest night in which she was born - a solar eclipse. She was born to loner Ross and ShadowClan warrior Falconstep, along with her two sisters, Angel and Bree. Falconstep never meant to have kits with this loner, and didn't know he had them until later. Ross had the kits by herself, in a barn later to be called home by two cats, a loner and a former ThunderClan apprentice (hmm...*grins*). She loved them despite their father, in fact she loved them even more since they grew up without a father. Well, most of them.
When Raven and her sisters were a few moons old, Falconstep came to visit. He came to visit Ross, but was utterly bewildered when he found three little kits with her. The last time he had seen her was five moons ago, had a little *cough cough* affair, and left! Now he found out something had come of that and he now had three more kits. After the initial shock of being a father again, he realized the potential of these kits and demanded to bring them back to ShadowClan with him. Ross obviously refused, but after a long argument, finally relented in him taking one kit.
Regretting every moment of it, Ross chose Raven from her litter, and gave her away to Falconstep, and that is how Raven became Ravenkit, and lived her life in ShadowClan. Angel soon was captured by Twolegs and taken to be a kittypet, until finally it was only Bree and Ross, whom she loved fiercely and never let out of her sight - even now, wherever they are.
Ravenkit had a hard time at first, growing up in a clan she knew nothing of, but finally, after fighting off a hawk that was threatening the nursery when she was an apprentice, she gained her place in the clan. She doesn't have an apprentice yet, and doubts she ever will, because of her heritage, but still secretly hopes. She has no idea where her mother and sisters are, nor does she remember them very much.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Ross loner, not rped
|| Father || Falconstep deceased
|| Sister(s) || Angel kittypet, not rped ; Bree loner, not rped
|| Brother(s) || None
|| Mate || None (yet)
|| Kit(s) || None (yet, she will have a kit named Barleykit, though, much later, who finds he doesn't much care for Clan life and leaves ShadowClan to become a loner...hmm...)
|| Apprentice || None
Open Collaborations || Crush and later mate maybe? Apprentice possibly.
Sorry, I couldn't help adding that stuff XD ;) (hide spoiler)]
Robinkit, ThunderClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Robinkit
-> kit name || Robinkit
-> apprentice name || Robinpaw
-> warrior name || Robin______
Age || 5 moons
Clan || ThunderClan
Rank || Kit
Appearance ||
Now:
Later:
-> markings || gray striped main coon with patches of brown, not shown on first picture
-> scars || none
Personality || Robinkit is the most energetic kit of her litter. She can't wait to become a warrior, and she's convinced her clan is suffering without her talents (much to the amusement of her mother and the senior warriors). She's nearly an apprentice, and she's positively hopping with everywhere she goes. Her brother, _________, is not as energetic as she is, and sometimes their mother jokes she got both of their energy. When she becomes an apprentice, she does get more mature, and calms down, but still is the bubbly, energetic kit at heart. She doesn't think she ever will want to get a mate, and doesn't think love is anything important. Will she be right? Or wrong....
History || TBD, since she is only a kit.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Feathersong queen, rped by Featherflight
|| Father || Blizzardstep warrior, rp open
|| Sister(s) || None
|| Brother(s) || _____kit kit, rp open
Open Collaborations || Her brother and her father. Talk to Featherflight about making Blizzardstep. (hide spoiler)]
Roseleaf, RiverClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Roseleaf
-> kit name || Rosekit
-> apprentice name || Rosepaw
-> warrior name || Roseleaf
Age || 13 moons
Clan || RiverClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || White body with gray markings on face, ears, tail, and patches on body
-> scars || Only one small one on the pad of her front left paw, from a nasty thorn (she hasn't seen hardly any battles yet)
Personality || Roseleaf saw some hardships in her life (see History), but it only made her stronger. She never got bitter or angry about what Starclan did to her, like some other cats may have, which was how she was raised. She is a gentle, kind, and thoughtful cat who never seems to offend anyone. She may have one or two toms padding after her with stars in their eyes, but she's too naive to realize what's right in front of her nose. She needs someone to bring her out of the clouds, that's for sure, but until then, she's just going to keep on being the "perfect, goody-two-paws" her brothers always roll their eyes over.
History || Roseleaf has just been made a warrior, and so she hasn't seen many battles yet, in fact, she's only been a part of one (a small skirmish with Windclan over boundaries). She is a full Clan-cat, and her mother only just died - she never saw her only daughter become a warrior. Her father is now in the elder's den, and she loves him more than anything in the world. She is determined to live up to his expectations, or at least what she believes his expectations to be. Her three brothers, Owlears, Mudfeet, and Sootfur, were made warriors a moon before her, after a huge battle with ThunderClan. She was so proud of them, and was sure their mother would have been, too. There isn't much to say about her past, she grew up like any other kit in the nursery, though her apprenticeship was delayed slightly when she got a pretty nasty thorn stuck in her paw, and then getting it infected. But she recovered, and now all there is to remind her of it is a scar. Her mentor also died recently, of greencough, just like Roseleaf's mother. Losing both of them at once was hard for Roseleaf, but she managed to pull through (and that is partly why she was made a warrior so quickly, because no one else was available and RiverClan needed all the warriors they could get).
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Cottonwing deceased
|| Father || Starlingjaw elder
|| Sister(s) || None
|| Brother(s) || Owlears warrior, rped by me ; Mudfeet warrior, rped by me ; Sootfur warrior, rped by me
Open Collaborations ||
- Two tom RiverClan cats all starry-eyed for Roseleaf? (hide spoiler)]
Owlears, RiverClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Owlears
-> kit name || Owlkit
-> apprentice name || Owlpaw
-> warrior name || Owlears
Age || 13 moons
Clan || RiverClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || Black long fur with white tuxedo-pattern
-> scars || A huge one from base of right ear to base of shoulderblade
Personality || Owlears is the quiet, doesn't talk a lot cat who may have his mouth closed but his ears certainly open. He was named Owlears because of his amazing sense of hearing, and he uses it to hunt - though it can be a pain sometimes when other cats are having a private conversation. He doesn't like to gossip, but his brothers always know who to go to if they want info. As a young kit, he always padded after his mother, never leaving her side until he was wrenched away and made an apprentice, something both his brothers and sister were excited for, but not him. He never grew out of his intense shyness, and even now, a warrior, doesn't talk a lot to the others.
History || His mother named him Owlkit because right from the start she could see his humongous ears and keen sense of hearing. While his littermates went out and played, however, as they grew older, Owlkit never went with them, and only on the rare occasion that his mother grew so fed up with him she ordered him to go spend some time elsewhere. He was always trailing behind his mother, and hiding behind her tail if anyone tried to talk to him. When he was made an apprentice, he just sat there, rigid with shock and fear as all the cats of the clan cheered his new name, Owlpaw. But then came his new mentor, and she nosed him quietly, so he was looking up into her eyes, and smiled. Deerpelt never made him do anything he wasn't 100% sure about, and that is what got him through the battle with ThunderClan, in which afterwards he and his brothers were finally made warriors. His mother died soon after, and all at once, Owlears was on his own. Or so he thought. He had his brothers and sister, and while he's still incredibly shy and quiet, he's gaining new friends as a warrior. Owlears visits his father in the elders' den as much as he can, since he is the only parent he has left, and is still great friends with his mentor, Deerpelt.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Cottonwing deceased
|| Father || Starlingjaw elder
|| Sister(s) || Roseleaf warrior, rped by me
|| Brother(s) || Mudfeet warrior, rped by me ; Sootfur warrior, rped by me
Open Collaborations || None, unless you want to make Deerpelt... (hide spoiler)]
Mudfeet, RiverClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Mudfeet
-> kit name || Mudkit
-> apprentice name || Mudpaw
-> warrior name || Mudfeet
Age || 13 moons
Clan || RiverClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || White, short-haired, with black feet
-> scars || Two on his face, and his left ear is a little mangled
Personality || Mudfeet is nothing like his brother, Owlears, or sister Roseleaf. Actually, he and his other brother Sootfur are so alike they are called incorrectly a lot. Mudfeet can be loud and rambunctious, and doesn't mind getting dirty. He doesn't exactly get the respect from the senior warriors or elders that perhaps his sister or Owlears would get, but hey, he likes his pranks! He always says that he and Sootfur are going to be the best thing that ever happened to boring old RiverClan, and they were going to get these old cats on their feet...toes, even...
The thought of romance hasn't even crossed his mind yet, but little does he know, it's coming his way...
History || Mudkit and Sootkit were always the duo that got in trouble all the time, from sneaking out of camp a few times to pranking the elders' den. When they were made apprentices, it was like they got LESS mature, if that was possible. With the more freedom came more mischief, and they were in trouble with _____star at least twice a moon, but their punishments hardly seemed to dent the young cats' enthusiasm. When made warriors (only because of the way they fought in the battle with ThunderClan), they hardly acted it. Many of the senior warriors grumbled about it, but the elders' had grown fond of the young cats, and were the loudest of all to call their new names. Mudfeet was always friendly with his brother Owlears, but was never as close as he was with Sootfur. It will be a very hard decision for him when he chooses love over friendship...
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Cottonwing deceased
|| Father || Starlingjaw elder
|| Sister(s) || Roseleaf warrior, rped by me
|| Brother(s) || Owlears warrior, rped by me ; Sootfur warrior, rped by me
Open Collaborations || Mate-to-be (Summer) (hide spoiler)]
Sootfur, RiverClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Sootfur
-> kit name || Sootkit
-> apprentice name || Sootpaw
-> warrior name || Sootfur
Age || 13 moons
Clan || RiverClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || Named for the spots and splotches of black and white all over his pelt
-> scars || Miraculously, he escaped the battle with Shadowclan with hardly a scratch
Personality || Sootfur is just as mischievous, if not MORE than Mudfeet, and to others he might even seem careless or just not terribly concerned with much around him. However, he DOES care and WAS terrified when his mother died of greencough and his father moved to the elders' den. For those scary days afterwards, he didn't know what he would do, but finally he snapped out of his grieving and was his normal self - if a little more careful of other cats' feelings (if only a smidge) after. He DOES get scared before battles, and he DOES get hesitant to hurt other cats physically sometimes in battle. But he knows that his loyalty lies with his clan, and never backs down from a challenge or fight, no matter how scary the opponent.
History || Sootkit and Mudkit were always the duo that got in trouble all the time, from sneaking out of camp a few times to pranking the elders' den. When they were made apprentices, it was like they got LESS mature, if that was possible. With the more freedom came more mischief, and they were in trouble with _____star at least twice a moon, but their punishments hardly seemed to dent the young cats' enthusiasm. When made warriors (because of the way they fought in the battle with ThunderClan), they hardly acted it. Many of the senior warriors grumbled about it, but the elders' had grown fond of the young cats, and were the loudest of all to call their new names. Sootfur was always close to his sister, Roseleaf, closer than Owlears or Mudfeet. She was always the one he could go to if he got in too much of a jam for his pranks.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Cottonwing deceased
|| Father || Starlingjaw elder
|| Sister(s) || Roseleaf warrior, rped by me
|| Brother(s) || Owlears warrior, rped by me ; Mudfeet warrior, rped by me
Open Collaborations || Friends? (hide spoiler)]
Starlingjaw, RiverClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Starlingjaw
-> kit name || Starlingkit
-> apprentice name || Starlingpaw
-> warrior name || Starlingjaw
Age || 148 moons
Clan || RiverClan
Rank || Elder
Appearance ||
-> markings || long-haired gray-yellow cat
-> scars || his ears are a little ragged from all the battles
Personality || Starlingjaw is a bit grumpy and short-tempered nowadays, and in his prime he wasn't much better. He always had a short temper, but never, ever, with his kits. Somehow, when he was with his kits (Rosekit, Sootkit, Owlkit, and Mudkit), he always found patience and set aside his temper. He complains the most of all the elders, and none of the apprentices like him very much, but Roseleaf and her brothers are most affectionate towards their father, as their mother died a few moons ago.
History || Starlingjaw had his share of excitement when he was young, that can be certain, though the details of his youth are a bit varied. Each time he tells the story, it gets slightly different, until by the end of the day, all of the apprentices are arguing on who said what and who saved who and who caught what until it's just a big mess. His children don't mind it, though, they just love him for who he is, no matter how mouse-brained he gets sometimes. No one remembers who his parents were, and he himself has a hard time remembering details from that far back, his memory is beginning to fail him. He did have a sister, though, once, long ago, but the other elders say she was killed on the Thunderpath, when she was very young. Starlingjaw grew into a fine warrior, nearly every battle he fought in was won, and his huge paws certainly helped. They made for some clumsy walking sometimes, but were the biggest asset during battle. They were powerful, strong, and sharp-clawed then, but now they are weakened with old age and his claws are blunt. But the other elders still remember those glorious days, even if he has a hard time.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Unknown
|| Father || Unknown
|| Sister(s) || Foxpaw
|| Brother(s) || None
Open Collaborations || None (hide spoiler)]
Otterfoot, RiverClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Otterfoot
-> kit name || Otterkit
-> apprentice name || Otterpaw
-> warrior name || Otterfoot
Age || 24
Clan || RiverClan
Rank || Medicine Cat
Appearance ||
-> markings || orange and white stripes, big fluffy tail
-> scars || none
Personality || When Otterfoot was young, he was full of energy and light, like any other kit his age. But when he was forced onto the path of a medicine cat by his mother (see History), he lost all light or happiness. His tail drooped and he grew depressed, jealous of his former denmates and just all around unhappy. But after his mother died and he finally got to his senses, he started making an effort to enjoy his life again. He couldn't change it now, so why not enjoy what he had? Now, Otterfoot is a caring, gentle tom who will help any cat in need, whatever clan (not that his clanmates would approve), and even though he was never meant to be a medicine cat, he holds his head high and is determined to serve his clan no matter what the cost. That is what makes him truly brave, and up in StarClan, Mossleaf is very proud of her son.
History || Otterfoot didn't exactly want to be a medicine cat when he first became an apprentice. In fact, he hadn't thought about it at all, until one day, the morning after a battle with ThunderClan over Sunningrocks, his mother came up to him and told him he was going to be a medicine cat. At the time, Otterfoot had no idea why she was ordering him to do this, why she was wrecking his life as a warrior, but now he realizes that she was just trying to protect him. He was the last of his litter, the other two kits were born dead, and his father died in the very same battle over Sunningrocks. It seemed that then and there Mossleaf decided she was not going to lose her only family she had left, and asked _______star for his permission to have her only son train as a medicine cat. _______star reluctantly agreed - he hadn't wanted to, he could tell Otterfoot did not want to give up being a warrior, but even the leader could not change a mother's wish.
And so Otterfoot became RiverClan's medicine cat apprentice. At first he didn't even try, he'd get herbs mixed up, never remembered anything, and got depressed and unhappy. Mossleaf watched him go through it, but never wavered in her decision, even when he begged her to let him go back to being a warrior apprentice. She thought it was better to have an unhappy son than a dead one.
Mossleaf never lived to see her son become a medicine cat. She died from greencough that leaf-bare. But her death snapped Otterfoot to his senses. He realized it was too late now to try and become a warrior, he was too far behind in his training, and the medicine cat RiverClan had now was too old to train another apprentice. His clan needed him to be the next medicine cat. And so he finally relented. He grew more serious in his training, memorizing herbs and treating patients with care and gentleness, until when Leaftail retired to the elder's den, and Otterfoot became RiverClan's medicine cat.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Mossleaf deceased
|| Father || Pinetail deceased
|| Sister(s) || None
|| Brother(s) || Unnamed deceased ; Unnamed deceased
|| Mate || None
|| Kit(s) || None
|| Apprentice || _________ apprentice, rped by DaughterofHecate
Open Collaborations || None currently (hide spoiler)]
Dustfeather, WindClan(view spoiler)[
Name || Dustfeather
-> kit name || Dusty
-> apprentice name || None (See History)
-> warrior name || Dustfeather
Age || 50 moons
Clan || WindClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || sandy colored pelt
-> scars || none
Personality || Dustfeather is the quiet, serious tom who doesn't exactly know what a joke is. He wasn't around other cats when he was a kittypet (see History), so he still needs to learn how to interact socially with his clanmates - not that he won't talk to them. He'll talk to them, he is the cat you refer to for battle strategies, or which hunting tactic to use. He is the cat who you respect for his silence and listen to when he talks. He doesn't seem to have taken any particular liking to a she-cat, though the apprentices enjoy secretly pairing him up with the other warriors, then giggling about it to themselves - but then immediately becoming stock still and silent when he walks by. Soon, Dustfeather will realize he has feelings growing for the leader's sister, Harefoot... hmm...
History || Dustfeather was born as a kittypet. He lived as a kittypet for most of his life, and at that time he was called Dusty. He didn't think much of the strange caterwauling he sometimes heard in the night, coming from the forest, or the flashes of fur caught in glimpses between the trees. He never thought about what life would be like away from his Twoleg, he never saw the need.
Dusty's Twoleg was not treating him... well. This we could call 'abusing', though Dusty hardly knew that his life was not the normal life of a kittypet. Dusty lived in horrible conditions (he did not know that other cats didn't live like that), with just barely enough food (to him it was normal) and, with hardly any attention at all (which Dusty also always thought natural). He just grew up with this Twoleg, feeling neither gratitude nor hate towards him, only quiet indifference. When Dusty was about four years in human years old, his Twoleg could no longer take care of him. He set Dusty out in a box in the woods, with just enough food and water to sustain him for a few nights, and left him. Dusty did not realize he was being let go, until nearly a week had passed and his Twoleg hadn't returned yet. When he finally realized, he felt neither sadness, nor happiness. He just calmly stepped out of his cardboard box, and into the world he would now have to make a home in. Up to this point in his life, he never really felt much emotions, it was as if they were kept locked in a box and stowed in the basement deep in his heart.
Dusty traveled for a few days until he reached the edge of the forest and came to a huge moor. He looked out onto it, (by now being quite thin and exhausted) and saw a cat. She was running, faster than the wind, across the great moor, and chasing what looked to be a small, terrified rabbit. The rabbit raced towards Dusty, with the she-cat not too far behind. When the rabbit saw Dusty, it immediately veered right, but being a confused and exhausted little rabbit, it ran straight into a bramblebush, and got caught in the thorns. Dusty ran forward, getting to the rabbit the same time the she-cat did. Only now did she notice Dusty, thin, bedraggled, and panting from the running he wasn't yet used to. And only now did Dusty notice her striking, gray-amber eyes, her long, lean build, and her bright orange coat. He shook his head, clearing it. The she-cat, now recovered from the shock of the strange cat, snarled. Dusty barely had enough time to unsheath his claws before she was on him, attacking him with such ferocity that he could hardly get a blow at her, and only defend himself.
"Harefoot! What are you doing?"
The she-cat stopped, and turned behind her, where a tom, with a similar orange coat, stood behind her, flanked by two other cats.
"Harefoot, who is this?" The tom repeated.
"He...I...I don't know, Eaglestar, but I caught him trying to steal my rabbit." Harefoot replied, and then sat down, tucked her tail around her paws and flattened her ears at him.
"I did nothing of the sort!" Dusty exclaimed, rising to his paws. "I just saw, um, Harefoot, racing after this rabbit, then saw it go into the bramblebush and came to see what this was about - and then she attacked me!" He glared back at her.
"Enough! Come along, Braveheart, bring him back to camp." Eaglestar surveyed Dusty and Harefoot one last time before whisking around and marching back up the slope. Harefoot copied him, and Dusty had no choice but to allow himself to be herded after them.
When they reached what one of the warriors called their 'camp', he was deposited in the middle of the clearing, where he sat down and began washing his ears. He felt the eyes of many cats, but didn't look up, instead kept right on washing.
"Let all cats old enough to hunt gather at the Tallrock!"
Dusty looked up to see Eaglestar standing up above, on the top of a... tall, rock. Slowly, cats began emerging from what appeared to be dens, until at least twenty cats sat under the Tallrock behind Dusty. Eaglestar looked down at him.
"Who are you?" he asked simply.
And so Dusty gave his story. Once he was finished, casting a glance at Harefoot, who sat near him (who promptly glared back), he looked back up at Eaglestar. But he was not quite finished.
"And there's one more thing -" Dusty added, before Eaglestar could open his mouth. The leader nodded. Dusty looked back at the strange cats behind him, with their strong, but lean build, then the dens made of grass and vines around him, then at a smaller opening near the base of the Tallrock, where high pitched mewling could be heard, and finally, back at Eaglestar. "I would like to join your clan." He said.
Immediately, the cats around him exploded into yowls of protest. They did not what some kittypet joining their clan, this was ridiculous, and Eaglestar shouldn't even think of the idea. They were all silenced, however, with a flick of the leader's tail. He was looking down at Dusty, with his pitifully thin frame, broken claws, and tattered fur. "Go on."
"Well," Dusty continued, shooting a sideways glance at Harefoot again. "I can see you are cats with honor. I saw Harefoot racing across the moor after that rabbit, and I saw the same muscles in her that I see now in most of you - I take it you use those to catch more prey like rabbits. Then I see the pile of prey in the center of this clearing," he nodded to a heap of fresh-kill, "and I also take it you bring what you catch back here. To share with the lesser capable," he nodded at the smaller den near the base of the Tallrock and another den where a few elderly cats where sitting near, "the ones who cannot hunt for themselves. I see you are a clan of cats who help eachother survive and then again pass on these skills to the next generations, "he nodded to a young cat sitting near him, who shuffled his paws, embarrassed, "and... I would like that." He sat back down, suddenly feeling self-concious, with all the cats around him. He wasn't used to so many.
It looked like the leader was about to speak, when suddenly a great cloud passed over the sun high in the sky, casting them all into shadow.
There was a moment of silence, after which the cloud moved away again, and Eaglestar spoke. "I believe we have our answer. Canteringspirit, do you see what I see?" He looked on to a cat sitting near the back, who, from where Dusty was sitting, smelled like herbs and water. She/he nodded, but said nothing. Dusty turned back around to look at Eaglestar, eyes narrowed.
"Yes. StarClan has spoken! You are now a part of WindClan, Dusty - or should I say, Dustfeather?" With that, Eaglestar leapt down from the rock, and began padding away. Amid the shocked silence, a single voice rang out, "Will he have a naming ceremony?"
Eaglestar paused. "No," he said. "He may have StarClan's acceptance as of now, but he is not a full warrior of this clan until he shows his worth." The tom stayed for a moment longer, then disappeared into a den next to the Tallrock.
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Moons have passed, and now Dustfeather has finally been accepted into the clan. He does not have an apprentice yet, but he has finally gained his fellow warriors' respect. He never once has wished about his former Twoleg, and as far as he is concerned, WindClan is his home.
What he does not know, however, is that he is slowing beginning to like the leader's sister, Harefoot, and that she might be beginning to like him back...
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother ||Birdie
|| Father || Unknown
|| Sister(s) || None
|| Brother(s) || None
|| Mate ||
-> crush || Harefoot, rped by Lilian
-> mate || We don't knowwww yetttt
|| Kit(s) || None
|| Apprentice || None
Open Collaborations || None (hide spoiler)]
Elmbreeze, ThunderClan(view spoiler)[
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Name || Elmbreeze
-> kit name || Elmkit
-> apprentice name || Elmpaw
-> warrior name || Elmbreeze
Age || 17 moons
Clan || ThunderClan
Rank || Warrior
Appearance ||
-> markings || gray tabby
-> scars || none
Personality || Elmbreeze likes to be the cat who stands out in a crowd. He likes to just have fun, break rules, and once his punishment is over, break them again. He's spontaneous, doesn't mind getting wet, and might be a little over-confident when it comes to doing something new. His decisions are easily wavered, however, as his attention isn't on one thing for too long, which is basically how is mother was able to put up with him when he was a kit. She could just distract him from whatever trouble he wanted to get into, and keep an eye on him. He likes taking risks and having adventures, but does need to learn a thing or two about respect - for his superiors. Basically, he's impulsive, energetic, and and kind of irresponsible, but also funny, creative, and very adept at making any cat feel better.
History ||
|| Kithood ||
"Come on, Clovercloud, come on..."
It was late at night, sundown had long gone, and Clovercloud had been in labor too long. It was a full moon, so most of the warriors had gone to the gathering - luckily for Clovercloud, the medicine cat hadn't gone tonight. Lionfoot, the soon-to-be-born kits' father, had gone to the gathering, not knowing how important this night truly was to become. Outside, cats paced back and forth, and one or two were truly afraid for Clovercloud's life.
Finally, a voice called out, "A tom! A tom has been born!" And one of the other queens hurried in to take care of the kit. A moment later, "A she-kit, and another tom! Congratulations, Clovercl -"
Everyone stopped, suddenly terrified. In that moment, the rest of the warriors and apprentices came back from the gathering, and within a split second of stepping inside the camp, Lionfoot knew something was wrong.
"Clovercloud? Clovercloud - where is my mate?" He roared, and quickly ducked into the nursery. A loud wail came a moment later, and the medicine cat padded out, head down. "Clovercloud is dead."
The warriors bowed their heads, and the queens bent down to weep silently. Only Rosebranch, Clovercloud's closest friend, bent down to lick the newborn kits silently. From then on, it was she who fostered Elmkit, Larkkit, and Sunkit, gave them milk and cared for them. Lionfoot became a great father, and loved his kits dearly, even though they cost his mate her life.
|| Apprenticeship ||
Elmpaw was a bit of a pawful as an apprentice, and his mentor, Whiteleg, certainly had her paws full with him. He was always breaking rules and getting punished, but that hardly brought him down. He was a bit disrespectful to his superiors, which he was constantly reprimanded for as well. In his later moons as an apprentice, he fell in love (or thought he did) with a pretty she-cat apprentice, but she died tragically in a battle with RiverClan. He mourned for nearly a moon before picking his head up and moving on, but he was never going to forget her.
|| Warriorship ||
Elmpaw was made Elmbreeze before his littermates. While he stood before the leader, proudly earning his name, his brother and sister stood in the back, glaring at him and muttering under their breath. They didn't know why they weren't standing beside him, as they should be, and were extremely envious. Moons passed, and while Elmbreeze did warrior duties now, Larkpaw and Sunpaw still were stuck cleaning the elders' pelts and clearing out dens. They were smaller than he was, but that should hardly mean any delay to their warrior ceremony, should it?
Elmbreeze was completely unaware of his littermates' distress, and began his warriorship with as much excitement as ever, and even though he was supposed to be more mature, he wasn't. He was the same old Elmkit who bounced around the nursery after Rosebranch, and went out looking for trouble whenever his foster mother wasn't looking. He hasn't yet found a new love, and isn't sure he will, though many a she-cat has their eyes on the strong, young warrior who isn't afraid of anything, and gets in trouble all the time.
|| Elder Years ||
TBD
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Clovercloud, deceased ; Rosebranch, queen, foster mother, rped by me
|| Father || Lionfoot, warrior, open for rp
|| Sister(s) || Larkpaw, apprentice, rped by me
|| Brother(s) ||Sunpaw, apprentice, open for rp
|| Mate || None
|| Kit(s) || None
|| Mentor(s) || Whiteleg, warrior, rped by me
|| Apprentice || None
Open Collaborations || Sunpaw, Lionfoot (hide spoiler)]
Whiteleg, ThunderClan(view spoiler)[
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Name || Whiteleg
-> kit name || Whitekit
-> apprentice name || Whitepaw
-> warrior name || Whiteleg
Age || 37 moons
Clan || ThunderClan
Rank || Queen
Appearance ||
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-> markings || white pelt with gray patches
-> scars || None
Personality || Whiteleg and her sister, Rosebranch, are very close, and always have been. Even though they never knew their father, and their mother is now dead, they've managed to go through it. Whiteleg is a spunky, slightly immature young queen, which is probably why the leader paired her with Elmbreeze as mentor and apprentice, they are so alike. While her sister is calm and reserved, Whiteleg likes adventures and exploring new territory, and more than once has wondered what is beyond the clans' borders. She is fascinated by new things, and especially by rogues and loners - what have they seen, where have they been? She's a free spirit, but now that she has kits on the way... she's calming down a bit... a bit
History ||
|| Kithood ||
Whitekit was a spunky young kit, just like any other kit, explorative, loved to get under older cats' paws, etc... when she was very young, she was nearly taken away by a hawk when she explored too far, but she bit down on the hawk's talons, and by some miricle, her tiny kitten teeth made the hawk drop her like a stone, and she landed at her mother's angry paws, who started licking her frantically. It was quite some time 'til Whitekit went out of camp again... which of course she did.
|| Apprenticeship ||
When Whitekit became Whitepaw, along with her sister (Rosepaw), she looked around happily, and knew this was where she belonged. No matter how far she strayed from camp, ThunderClan would always be her home. No matter how many stories the loners told her, she'd always come back to ThunderClan and curl up beside her sister, home. One day, Whitepaw did go too far from camp, in fact, she accidentally strayed over the border when she was chasing a shrew, and was caught by a WindClan patrol. She was brought back to the WindClan camp, and placed before Harestar, the leader before Eaglestar, who leads WindClan now.
Whitepaw tried to explain what had happened, but Harestar wanted none of it. He insisted that she had been sent to spy on them, and declared her now a prisoner. Whitepaw spent nearly a moon at the WindClan camp, before she heard the yowls of a battle patrol. ThunderClan was coming to rescue her! ThunderClan was able to get Whitepaw back, but she was put on elder duty for three moons. Only then did she realize how much she had worried her family and friends, and how much it had cost the clan, that battle. It was nearing leaf-bare, and medicine supplies were running low... Whitepaw never did anything like that again.
|| Warriorship ||
Whiteleg and Rosebranch were still the closest of friends when made warriors. Even when Rosebranch found love in the tom _____________, they were as close as ever. Whiteleg just had to share. Whiteleg went through several short relationships with different toms of ThunderClan, but none of them lasted very long and all of them ended before they decided to have kits. And so, it wasn't until Rosebranch was pregnant with her own first litter, that Whiteleg realized tht she liked the cocky tom Smokefur. They hunted together often, and had been friends since apprenticehood, and now, they were mates. It was still many moons before they decided to have kits, partly because Whiteleg was so scared of it. She'd just witnessed her sister losing her first litter to greencough, and didn't want that to happen to her. But they did end up having kits, and now Whiteleg is in the nursery, heavily pregnant.
|| Elder Years ||
TBD
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Mintstem, deceased
|| Father || Unknown
|| Sister(s) || Rosebranch, queen, rped by me
|| Brother(s) || None
|| Crush || None
|| Mate || Smokefur, warrior, open for rp
|| Kit(s) || Spiderkit, kit, open for rp, unborn ; Graykit, kit, open for rp, unborn
|| Mentor(s) || Leafpelt, deceased
|| Apprentice(s) || Elmbreeze, warrior, rped by me
Open Collaborations || Smokefur, Spiderkit, Graykit (hide spoiler)]
Rosebranch, ThunderClan(view spoiler)[
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Name || Rosebranch
-> kit name || Rosekit
-> apprentice name || Rosepaw
-> warrior name || Rosebranch
Age || 37 moons
Clan || ThunderClan
Rank || Queen
Appearance ||
-> markings || dark gray pelt
-> scars || None
Personality || Rosebranch is a quiet she-cat. Her sister, Whiteleg, is spunky and free-spirited, while Rosebranch prefers quiet rain showers and spending days in camp with her kits. She enjoys basking in the sun, and sharing fresh kill with her mate, but also loves her sister dearly. They don't know who their father is, and their mother is now dead, so they need eachother now more than ever. They are quite close, and when Rosebranch learned Whiteleg was pregnant and moving into the nursery, she was overjoyed. They could raise their kits together! Rosebranch does love her sister a lot, but sometimes, now and again, she needs to get away, be by herself, and look up to the stars, just thinking. She likes to be alone, not all the time, but sometimes, when she needs it. And recently, with the kits, she seems to need it a whole lot more...
History ||
|| Kithood ||
Rosekit was always the quiet kit who padded behind her mother and bouncy sister. While her sister got into trouble and went looking for more all the time, Rosekit preferred sitting back and thinking to herself. When she couldn't sleep at night, while all the other queens and kits were fast asleep, she'd creep out of the nursery and sit outside, staring up at the stars. She liked the stars, and how they glimmered and twinkled no matter what day or night it was.
When the hawk carried off her sister, Whitekit, Rosekit had been padding along behind her. She saw the hawk a split second before Whitekit did, and hadn't had time to call out. And so all she could do was sit, terrified and frozen in shock, while she watched her sister grow smaller and smaller... until she dropped to the ground. Out of nowhere, Mintstem had appeared, and began licking the kit fiercely, and seemed to take no notice of Rosekit. By now she could move again, and padded softly up to her sister, fearing the worst. But Whitekit was fine, and while Mintstem carried her back to camp, Rosekit trailed after her, and all she could think of was how she'd just sat there, too scared to move, and hadn't done a thing to help her sister.
|| Apprenticeship ||
Rosepaw was now an apprentice, and had (for the most part) gotten over her scare as a kit. Nothing particularly exciting went on in her apprenticeship, she went into few battles, and few gatherings. She made some small friendships with other apprentices in the other clans, but other than that, nothing happened until she was made a warrior.
|| Warriorship ||
Rosebranch got her warrior name sitting right beside her sister, Whiteleg, and she couldn't have ever been more proud. She knew their mother would have been, as well, but unfortunately she had died of greencough the leaf-bare before.
Rosebranch fell in love about six moons later, with a big, strong tom named ______________. Some other moons later, she moved into the nursery, pregnant. But by now leaf-bare was coming on, and it was a doozy. Many cats fell ill with greencough, including her mate. She gave birth to her kits while the sickness still ailed the camp, and only a few sunrises later, her newborn kits died. Heartbroken, Rosebranch and ____________ buried their kits just outside camp. Whiteleg and her new mate, Smokefur, stood with them, heads bowed in mourning.
A few moons later, Rosebranch's dearest friend, Clovercloud, died after giving birth. Rosebranch quickly took in the three kits, and became their foster mother. Those kits became the litter she had never had, and she raised them lovingly as if they were her own. It wasn't long after they had moved to the apprentice den that Rosebranch decided it was time to try having another litter - one of her own.
And so, now she is sharing the nursery with her sister, she having three kits and her sister nearing the end of her pregnancy. Rosebranch couldn't be happier.
|| Elder Years ||
TBD
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Mintstem, deceased
|| Father || Unknown
|| Sister(s) || Whiteleg, queen, rped by me
|| Brother(s) || None
|| Crush || None
|| Mate || ________, warrior, open for rp
|| Kit(s) || Elmbreeze, warrior, rped by me, foster kit ; Larkpaw, apprentice, rped by me, foster kit ; Sunpaw, apprentice, rped by me, foster kit ; Redkit, kit, open for rp, second litter ; Petalkit, kit, open for rp ; Leafkit, kit, open for rp
|| Mentor(s) ||
|| Apprentice || None
Open Collaborations || ____________, Redkit, Petalkit, and Leafkit (hide spoiler)]
(view spoiler)[
Name || Eaglestar
-> kit name || Eaglekit
-> apprentice name || Eaglepaw
-> warrior name || Eaglegaze
Age || 54 moons
Clan || WindClan
Rank || Leader
Lives Left || 8
Appearance ||
-> markings || orange and white tabby
-> scars || he has one around the base of his left ear, from when a cat held onto it to batter him in a battle, and then once yanked off, claws left lines. All but one healed and disappeared
Personality || Eaglestar has been leader for many moons. He was a fierce warrior before his leadership, and after gaining his nine lives he only got fiercer. Other cats outside of WindClan might call him overly strict or harsh, even unfair, but his cats know he only does what is good for the clan. True, he can come off as sharp, but apprentices train better than other clans, and faster too, from being kept in check by Eaglestar. They know that if they so much as complained anywhere near him, he'd have them cleaning out the elder's den for a moon - there was not much complaining in WindClan after he became leader. But he's not all that - his mate, Speckleface, knows that deep down he can be caring, sweet, and a big playful furball, which is why she loves him.
History || As a kit, Eaglekit was never the most playful kit in the nursery. His mother, Heronsong, worried about him at first, when he didn't go play with his littermates, but after a while she realized it was just not in his nature. He was quiet - subdued, even, as if he was always deep in thought, and so other cats didn't bother him very much. When he was made an apprentice, he was so determined to succeed, he surprised even Harestar (the leader before Eaglestar), and earned his respect.
Eaglepaw's mentor, Shortwhisker, taught him everything she knew, and then some. He learned quickly, and remembered everything. He was caught practicing by himself, away from camp multiple times, and that caught Harestar's eye. When he passed his assessment, and became a warrior, Harestar was the first to congratulate him. He said he'd been watching his training and thought Eaglegaze would make quite a leader one day. That is what sparked Eaglegaze's interest. After that moment he realized he wanted to be leader. Everything he did from that moment on, was to get Harestar's attention and to show what a deputy he could make.
He had a few she-cats trailing after him then, all of them wide-eyed and so obviously flirtatious, it sickened Speckleface. She hated how show-offy he was, and had no interest whatsoever in him or his big, strong, build, or soft-as-heather fur, or creamy brown eyes that melted her heart every time she looked at them - just before being made deputy, Eaglegaze found a mate in Speckleface.
When the elderly deputy Sorrelstep retired to the elder's den, Eaglegaze was made deputy. Not long after (only a few moons), Harestar lost his last life in a border skirmish with ShadowClan, and Eaglegaze became Eaglestar.
Family/Relations ||
|| Mother || Heronsong deceased
|| Father || Sorrelstep (though Eaglestar never knew it) deceased
|| Sister(s) || Open for rp
|| Brother(s) || Darkscar 's daughter, Canteringspirit is the medicine cat and rped by Undercover
Open Collaborations || Littermates, Speckleface (hide spoiler)]