@xSourGrapesx Alright! Is there any story for what happened to Twigfire and Cedarpaw? I don’t want to step on any preexisting story when developing my cat’s backstory.
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@xSourGrapesx Alright! Is there any story for what happened to Twigfire and Cedarpaw? I don’t want to step on any preexisting story when developing my cat’s backstory.
[quote name="Thewarywatcher13" date="2018-08-09 04:56:00" ]
@xSourGrapesx Alright! Is there any story for what happened to Twigfire and Cedarpaw? I don’t want to step on any preexisting story when developing my cat’s backstory.
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Cedarpaw died of greencough and Twigfire died along with Sharkstar's mate, Icedawn, when the ice cracked beneath them while they were ice-fishing and they were trapped under the ice.
Thewarywatcher13 wrote on 2018-08-09 04:56:00:
@xSourGrapesx Alright! Is there any story for what happened to Twigfire and Cedarpaw? I don’t want to step on any preexisting story when developing my cat’s backstory.
Cedarpaw died of greencough and Twigfire died along with Sharkstar's mate, Icedawn, when the ice cracked beneath them while they were ice-fishing and they were trapped under the ice.
Username: Thewarywatcher13
Cat's name: Larkshadow
Rank:Medicine Cat
Age: 60 moons
Description: A brown and black classic tabby (the stripes on a classic tabby loop around to make a circle on their side) with a lighter, dun-colored underside. Her stripes are thick and very stark against her coat, and melt into solid black partway down her tail. The undersides of her feet are also black with dark paw pads and nose pad. Her eyes are a deep, murky gold. She takes after her brother in being a fairly large cat, but is more fur than muscle- built like a runner instead of a fighter.
Short description:
A large brown and black classic tabby she-cat with murky gold eyes
Personality:
The sort of cat that just wants to pull the whole world under their belly to keep them safe. Her mentor ingrained firmly into her that being a medicine cat wasn't just about learning herbs and binding wounds, but a mindset as well. Instead of yearning for kits of her own she came to view the whole clan as her kits, and those that enter the medicine den find a maternal and welcoming presence, always willing to set aside her time to listen and give advice. Injured warriors can expect to be chastised like wee kits if they cross her.
Larkshadow is an attentive cat, a quick thinker that’s soft in her approach and mindful of other cats sore spots. She's equally soft on her paws and good at not being seen when she doesn't want to be, a trait her name is often attributed to. She would have made an excellent hunter if she had chosen that path.
A downside to her mild manners is that she’s easily cowed. The rebellious fire of her kittenhood was controlled throughout her apprenticeship, leaving her a cat used to following orders. For all her confidence she becomes unsure of herself when she hears a contrary opinion. Now that she has an apprentice of her own she is constantly second-guessing herself as to how to teach him. Amberbriar couldn't have prepared her better, but Larkshadow is an entirely different cat than her fierce mentor. She’s never sure whether to be tough on him to help shape his character or sweet, like the motherly side of her wants to be.
Mate/Crush: NA, too dutiful to consider it
Kits: NA
Family:
Tawnyspots + Eelfur = Eeleyes ~ Larkshadow ~ Twigfire ~ Cedarpaw
Backstory:
Larkkit was bold even as kits went, and made an attempt to leave the camp while still in the nursery. It was a stormy day and she didn't get very far before the buffeting winds were too much for her small size. She decided to turn back, and wasn't caught until she was a few feet from the camp. The kit received copious scolding, but kept a small bundle of pride in her heart that no cat had seen her to realize how far she actually went.
The medicine cat of her time was not one loved by kits. Amberbriar had a tongue sharp as nettles and didn't soften her manners in the least when treating young cats. Some of the clan wondered how she would ever find a willing apprentice, but as luck would have it Larkkit’s curiosity was a powerful thing. In her mind the herb stores were the most interesting part of camp, and she took on the habit of sneaking in despite Amberbriar being the last cat she wanted to catch her. Instead of immediately throwing her out the medicine cat quizzed her on the plants she was looking at. The questions were meant to chide what Amberbriar saw as an overconfident kit, but instead of embarrassment Larkkit responded with a fiery determination to get the quizes right. By the time she reached six moons no one was surprised when she requested to be Amberbriar’s apprentice.
The current medicine cat put her under a hard regiment. Despite her talents Larkpaw was always under a strain to keep up with her mentor’s demands, and saw less than she’d liked of her siblings in their warrior training. Cedarpaw caught greencough while she was an apprentice in the medicine den, and his presence among the sick threw her into such a fervor of trying to cure everyone that she caught whitecough herself. Larkpaw still wanted to help through her illness, but Amberbriar firmly sat her down to merely watch while she took care of all the sick clanmates herself. The quiet after fervent training was a shock, and Larkpaw found it hard to take it as anything but a punishment. The change of pace in fact helped her learn to slow down and observe her surroundings carefully, but it would take her a long time to realize it. When Cedarpaw died she took it hard, both to have lost one of her first patients and for that cat to have been her brother. She began to question her choice to be a medicine cat, and would have wallowed in misery if her mentor let her have a moment to herself. Instead of softening Amberbriar pushed her harder, honing her skills and working to squash down any part her apprentice that remained young and kittenlike. A medicine cat, she taught, should be steady and wise and utterly committed to their duty. And that's exactly what Larkshadow became.
By the time Amberbriar passed on, taken by simple old age, Larkshadow was truly grateful to sharp-tongued she-cat. They had shared a bond closer than she had felt to her own mother, and the medicine den felt much emptier without her around.
Other (optional):
-doesn't like violence, but seems largely unfazed by the sight of blood
-I started making a rough glossary of herbs based on a mix of glossaries from the books and natural uses of plants in Greece-might post it somewhere if that would be helpful
Picture (optional): sort of like this fellow, but a bit different and with a more pointed face- I might draw her if I have time
Cat's name: Larkshadow
Rank:Medicine Cat
Age: 60 moons
Description: A brown and black classic tabby (the stripes on a classic tabby loop around to make a circle on their side) with a lighter, dun-colored underside. Her stripes are thick and very stark against her coat, and melt into solid black partway down her tail. The undersides of her feet are also black with dark paw pads and nose pad. Her eyes are a deep, murky gold. She takes after her brother in being a fairly large cat, but is more fur than muscle- built like a runner instead of a fighter.
Short description:
A large brown and black classic tabby she-cat with murky gold eyes
Personality:
The sort of cat that just wants to pull the whole world under their belly to keep them safe. Her mentor ingrained firmly into her that being a medicine cat wasn't just about learning herbs and binding wounds, but a mindset as well. Instead of yearning for kits of her own she came to view the whole clan as her kits, and those that enter the medicine den find a maternal and welcoming presence, always willing to set aside her time to listen and give advice. Injured warriors can expect to be chastised like wee kits if they cross her.
Larkshadow is an attentive cat, a quick thinker that’s soft in her approach and mindful of other cats sore spots. She's equally soft on her paws and good at not being seen when she doesn't want to be, a trait her name is often attributed to. She would have made an excellent hunter if she had chosen that path.
A downside to her mild manners is that she’s easily cowed. The rebellious fire of her kittenhood was controlled throughout her apprenticeship, leaving her a cat used to following orders. For all her confidence she becomes unsure of herself when she hears a contrary opinion. Now that she has an apprentice of her own she is constantly second-guessing herself as to how to teach him. Amberbriar couldn't have prepared her better, but Larkshadow is an entirely different cat than her fierce mentor. She’s never sure whether to be tough on him to help shape his character or sweet, like the motherly side of her wants to be.
Mate/Crush: NA, too dutiful to consider it
Kits: NA
Family:
Backstory:
Larkkit was bold even as kits went, and made an attempt to leave the camp while still in the nursery. It was a stormy day and she didn't get very far before the buffeting winds were too much for her small size. She decided to turn back, and wasn't caught until she was a few feet from the camp. The kit received copious scolding, but kept a small bundle of pride in her heart that no cat had seen her to realize how far she actually went.
The medicine cat of her time was not one loved by kits. Amberbriar had a tongue sharp as nettles and didn't soften her manners in the least when treating young cats. Some of the clan wondered how she would ever find a willing apprentice, but as luck would have it Larkkit’s curiosity was a powerful thing. In her mind the herb stores were the most interesting part of camp, and she took on the habit of sneaking in despite Amberbriar being the last cat she wanted to catch her. Instead of immediately throwing her out the medicine cat quizzed her on the plants she was looking at. The questions were meant to chide what Amberbriar saw as an overconfident kit, but instead of embarrassment Larkkit responded with a fiery determination to get the quizes right. By the time she reached six moons no one was surprised when she requested to be Amberbriar’s apprentice.
The current medicine cat put her under a hard regiment. Despite her talents Larkpaw was always under a strain to keep up with her mentor’s demands, and saw less than she’d liked of her siblings in their warrior training. Cedarpaw caught greencough while she was an apprentice in the medicine den, and his presence among the sick threw her into such a fervor of trying to cure everyone that she caught whitecough herself. Larkpaw still wanted to help through her illness, but Amberbriar firmly sat her down to merely watch while she took care of all the sick clanmates herself. The quiet after fervent training was a shock, and Larkpaw found it hard to take it as anything but a punishment. The change of pace in fact helped her learn to slow down and observe her surroundings carefully, but it would take her a long time to realize it. When Cedarpaw died she took it hard, both to have lost one of her first patients and for that cat to have been her brother. She began to question her choice to be a medicine cat, and would have wallowed in misery if her mentor let her have a moment to herself. Instead of softening Amberbriar pushed her harder, honing her skills and working to squash down any part her apprentice that remained young and kittenlike. A medicine cat, she taught, should be steady and wise and utterly committed to their duty. And that's exactly what Larkshadow became.
By the time Amberbriar passed on, taken by simple old age, Larkshadow was truly grateful to sharp-tongued she-cat. They had shared a bond closer than she had felt to her own mother, and the medicine den felt much emptier without her around.
Other (optional):
-doesn't like violence, but seems largely unfazed by the sight of blood
-I started making a rough glossary of herbs based on a mix of glossaries from the books and natural uses of plants in Greece-might post it somewhere if that would be helpful
Picture (optional): sort of like this fellow, but a bit different and with a more pointed face- I might draw her if I have time
Username: Thewarywatcher13
Cat's name: Larkshadow
Rank:Medicine Cat
Age: 60 moons
Description: A brown and black classic tabby (the stripes on a classic tabby loop around to make a circle on their side) with a lighter, dun-colored underside. Her stripes are thick and very stark against her coat, and melt into solid black partway down her tail. The undersides of her feet are also black with dark paw pads and nose pad. Her eyes are a deep, murky gold. She takes after her brother in being a fairly large cat, but is more fur than muscle- built like a runner instead of a fighter.
Short description:
A large brown and black classic tabby she-cat with murky gold eyes
Personality:
The sort of cat that just wants to pull the whole world under their belly to keep them safe. Her mentor ingrained firmly into her that being a medicine cat wasn't just about learning herbs and binding wounds, but a mindset as well. Instead of yearning for kits of her own she came to view the whole clan as her kits, and those that enter the medicine den find a maternal and welcoming presence, always willing to set aside her time to listen and give advice. Injured warriors can expect to be chastised like wee kits if they cross her.
Larkshadow is an attentive cat, a quick thinker that’s soft in her approach and mindful of other cats sore spots. She's equally soft on her paws and good at not being seen when she doesn't want to be, a trait her name is often attributed to. She would have made an excellent hunter if she had chosen that path.
A downside to her mild manners is that she’s easily cowed. The rebellious fire of her kittenhood was controlled throughout her apprenticeship, leaving her a cat used to following orders. For all her confidence she becomes unsure of herself when she hears a contrary opinion. Now that she has an apprentice of her own she is constantly second-guessing herself as to how to teach him. Amberbriar couldn't have prepared her better, but Larkshadow is an entirely different cat than her fierce mentor. She’s never sure whether to be tough on him to help shape his character or sweet, like the motherly side of her wants to be.
Mate/Crush: NA, too dutiful to consider it
Kits: NA
Family:
Tawnyspots + Eelfur = Eeleyes ~ Larkshadow ~ Twigfire ~ Cedarpaw
Backstory:
Larkkit was bold even as kits went, and made an attempt to leave the camp while still in the nursery. It was a stormy day and she didn't get very far before the buffeting winds were too much for her small size. She decided to turn back, and wasn't caught until she was a few feet from the camp. The kit received copious scolding, but kept a small bundle of pride in her heart that no cat had seen her to realize how far she actually went.
The medicine cat of her time was not one loved by kits. Amberbriar had a tongue sharp as nettles and didn't soften her manners in the least when treating young cats. Some of the clan wondered how she would ever find a willing apprentice, but as luck would have it Larkkit’s curiosity was a powerful thing. In her mind the herb stores were the most interesting part of camp, and she took on the habit of sneaking in despite Amberbriar being the last cat she wanted to catch her. Instead of immediately throwing her out the medicine cat quizzed her on the plants she was looking at. The questions were meant to chide what Amberbriar saw as an overconfident kit, but instead of embarrassment Larkkit responded with a fiery determination to get the quizes right. By the time she reached six moons no one was surprised when she requested to be Amberbriar’s apprentice.
The current medicine cat put her under a hard regiment. Despite her talents Larkpaw was always under a strain to keep up with her mentor’s demands, and saw less than she’d liked of her siblings in their warrior training. Cedarpaw caught greencough while she was an apprentice in the medicine den, and his presence among the sick threw her into such a fervor of trying to cure everyone that she caught whitecough herself. Larkpaw still wanted to help through her illness, but Amberbriar firmly sat her down to merely watch while she took care of all the sick clanmates herself. The quiet after fervent training was a shock, and Larkpaw found it hard to take it as anything but a punishment. The change of pace in fact helped her learn to slow down and observe her surroundings carefully, but it would take her a long time to realize it. When Cedarpaw died she took it hard, both to have lost one of her first patients and for that cat to have been her brother. She began to question her choice to be a medicine cat, and would have wallowed in misery if her mentor let her have a moment to herself. Instead of softening Amberbriar pushed her harder, honing her skills and working to squash down any part her apprentice that remained young and kittenlike. A medicine cat, she taught, should be steady and wise and utterly committed to their duty. And that's exactly what Larkshadow became.
By the time Amberbriar passed on, taken by simple old age, Larkshadow was truly grateful to sharp-tongued she-cat. They had shared a bond closer than she had felt to her own mother, and the medicine den felt much emptier without her around.
Other (optional):
-doesn't like violence, but seems largely unfazed by the sight of blood
-I started making a rough glossary of herbs based on a mix of glossaries from the books and natural uses of plants in Greece-might post it somewhere if that would be helpful
Picture (optional): sort of like this fellow, but a bit different and with a more pointed face- I might draw her if I have time
Cat's name: Larkshadow
Rank:Medicine Cat
Age: 60 moons
Description: A brown and black classic tabby (the stripes on a classic tabby loop around to make a circle on their side) with a lighter, dun-colored underside. Her stripes are thick and very stark against her coat, and melt into solid black partway down her tail. The undersides of her feet are also black with dark paw pads and nose pad. Her eyes are a deep, murky gold. She takes after her brother in being a fairly large cat, but is more fur than muscle- built like a runner instead of a fighter.
Short description:
A large brown and black classic tabby she-cat with murky gold eyes
Personality:
The sort of cat that just wants to pull the whole world under their belly to keep them safe. Her mentor ingrained firmly into her that being a medicine cat wasn't just about learning herbs and binding wounds, but a mindset as well. Instead of yearning for kits of her own she came to view the whole clan as her kits, and those that enter the medicine den find a maternal and welcoming presence, always willing to set aside her time to listen and give advice. Injured warriors can expect to be chastised like wee kits if they cross her.
Larkshadow is an attentive cat, a quick thinker that’s soft in her approach and mindful of other cats sore spots. She's equally soft on her paws and good at not being seen when she doesn't want to be, a trait her name is often attributed to. She would have made an excellent hunter if she had chosen that path.
A downside to her mild manners is that she’s easily cowed. The rebellious fire of her kittenhood was controlled throughout her apprenticeship, leaving her a cat used to following orders. For all her confidence she becomes unsure of herself when she hears a contrary opinion. Now that she has an apprentice of her own she is constantly second-guessing herself as to how to teach him. Amberbriar couldn't have prepared her better, but Larkshadow is an entirely different cat than her fierce mentor. She’s never sure whether to be tough on him to help shape his character or sweet, like the motherly side of her wants to be.
Mate/Crush: NA, too dutiful to consider it
Kits: NA
Family:
Backstory:
Larkkit was bold even as kits went, and made an attempt to leave the camp while still in the nursery. It was a stormy day and she didn't get very far before the buffeting winds were too much for her small size. She decided to turn back, and wasn't caught until she was a few feet from the camp. The kit received copious scolding, but kept a small bundle of pride in her heart that no cat had seen her to realize how far she actually went.
The medicine cat of her time was not one loved by kits. Amberbriar had a tongue sharp as nettles and didn't soften her manners in the least when treating young cats. Some of the clan wondered how she would ever find a willing apprentice, but as luck would have it Larkkit’s curiosity was a powerful thing. In her mind the herb stores were the most interesting part of camp, and she took on the habit of sneaking in despite Amberbriar being the last cat she wanted to catch her. Instead of immediately throwing her out the medicine cat quizzed her on the plants she was looking at. The questions were meant to chide what Amberbriar saw as an overconfident kit, but instead of embarrassment Larkkit responded with a fiery determination to get the quizes right. By the time she reached six moons no one was surprised when she requested to be Amberbriar’s apprentice.
The current medicine cat put her under a hard regiment. Despite her talents Larkpaw was always under a strain to keep up with her mentor’s demands, and saw less than she’d liked of her siblings in their warrior training. Cedarpaw caught greencough while she was an apprentice in the medicine den, and his presence among the sick threw her into such a fervor of trying to cure everyone that she caught whitecough herself. Larkpaw still wanted to help through her illness, but Amberbriar firmly sat her down to merely watch while she took care of all the sick clanmates herself. The quiet after fervent training was a shock, and Larkpaw found it hard to take it as anything but a punishment. The change of pace in fact helped her learn to slow down and observe her surroundings carefully, but it would take her a long time to realize it. When Cedarpaw died she took it hard, both to have lost one of her first patients and for that cat to have been her brother. She began to question her choice to be a medicine cat, and would have wallowed in misery if her mentor let her have a moment to herself. Instead of softening Amberbriar pushed her harder, honing her skills and working to squash down any part her apprentice that remained young and kittenlike. A medicine cat, she taught, should be steady and wise and utterly committed to their duty. And that's exactly what Larkshadow became.
By the time Amberbriar passed on, taken by simple old age, Larkshadow was truly grateful to sharp-tongued she-cat. They had shared a bond closer than she had felt to her own mother, and the medicine den felt much emptier without her around.
Other (optional):
-doesn't like violence, but seems largely unfazed by the sight of blood
-I started making a rough glossary of herbs based on a mix of glossaries from the books and natural uses of plants in Greece-might post it somewhere if that would be helpful
Picture (optional): sort of like this fellow, but a bit different and with a more pointed face- I might draw her if I have time
Hi! can I join?
[b]Username[/b]: HeckinCat
[b]Cat's name:[/b] Sprucebreeze
[b]Rank:[/b] Warrior
[b]Age:[/b] 60 Moons (2 human years)
[b]Description:[/b] Sprucebreeze is, quite frankly, dumb. He's so lacking in his mental ability that cats find it easy to manpiulate him for a reaction. But in his lacking mental ability comes great, great, great big muscles. Littered with scars, this cat had a rough apprenticehood and still struggles with basic understanding of warrior moves. Normally he just flails and overpowers his enemies. Just a strong dumb boy.
One of Sprucebreeze's goals is to find a mate. Sadly, it's not likely to happen. The brown tom grew up without a father, or at least he didn't know him. Growing up, he was very close to his mother and his sisters. His mother died just a few moons ago and his heart aches in memory of his dead mom, but he doesn't remember much because he's a big dummy.
His sisters are alive though! (Open to sisters!)
[b]Short description:[/b]Big dumb doof. Doesn't know his father, mom just died, sister spot's open.
[b]Personality(please include skills and at least one flaw):[/b]Sprucebreeze is mentally challenged, but it doesn't seem to hold him back. He enjoys making emotional bonds with new cats but is very easily manipulated.
[b]Mate/Crush:[/b] None, but it's open (you've gotta be up to a challenge. :,))
[b]Kits:[/b]None, but it's open.
[b]Family:[/b] Sunspot(mother), sister(s)(OPEN!)
[b]Backstory:[/b]The brown tom grew up without a father, or at least he didn't know him. Growing up, he was very close to his mother and his sisters. His mother died just a few moons ago and his heart aches in memory of his dead mom, but he doesn't remember much because he's a big dummy.
[b]Other (optional):[/b]That's really it. :3 I can RP all the time every time.
[b]Picture (optional):[/b] [img]https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/475671805751721984/475673242695368715/3I31Lm7.png[/img]
Hi! can I join?
Username: HeckinCat
Cat's name: Sprucebreeze
Rank: Warrior
Age: 60 Moons (2 human years)
Description: Sprucebreeze is, quite frankly, dumb. He's so lacking in his mental ability that cats find it easy to manpiulate him for a reaction. But in his lacking mental ability comes great, great, great big muscles. Littered with scars, this cat had a rough apprenticehood and still struggles with basic understanding of warrior moves. Normally he just flails and overpowers his enemies. Just a strong dumb boy.
One of Sprucebreeze's goals is to find a mate. Sadly, it's not likely to happen. The brown tom grew up without a father, or at least he didn't know him. Growing up, he was very close to his mother and his sisters. His mother died just a few moons ago and his heart aches in memory of his dead mom, but he doesn't remember much because he's a big dummy.
His sisters are alive though! (Open to sisters!)
Short description:Big dumb doof. Doesn't know his father, mom just died, sister spot's open.
Personality(please include skills and at least one flaw):Sprucebreeze is mentally challenged, but it doesn't seem to hold him back. He enjoys making emotional bonds with new cats but is very easily manipulated.
Mate/Crush: None, but it's open (you've gotta be up to a challenge. :,))
Kits:None, but it's open.
Family: Sunspot(mother), sister(s)(OPEN!)
Backstory:The brown tom grew up without a father, or at least he didn't know him. Growing up, he was very close to his mother and his sisters. His mother died just a few moons ago and his heart aches in memory of his dead mom, but he doesn't remember much because he's a big dummy.
Other (optional):That's really it. :3 I can RP all the time every time.
Picture (optional):
Username: HeckinCat
Cat's name: Sprucebreeze
Rank: Warrior
Age: 60 Moons (2 human years)
Description: Sprucebreeze is, quite frankly, dumb. He's so lacking in his mental ability that cats find it easy to manpiulate him for a reaction. But in his lacking mental ability comes great, great, great big muscles. Littered with scars, this cat had a rough apprenticehood and still struggles with basic understanding of warrior moves. Normally he just flails and overpowers his enemies. Just a strong dumb boy.
One of Sprucebreeze's goals is to find a mate. Sadly, it's not likely to happen. The brown tom grew up without a father, or at least he didn't know him. Growing up, he was very close to his mother and his sisters. His mother died just a few moons ago and his heart aches in memory of his dead mom, but he doesn't remember much because he's a big dummy.
His sisters are alive though! (Open to sisters!)
Short description:Big dumb doof. Doesn't know his father, mom just died, sister spot's open.
Personality(please include skills and at least one flaw):Sprucebreeze is mentally challenged, but it doesn't seem to hold him back. He enjoys making emotional bonds with new cats but is very easily manipulated.
Mate/Crush: None, but it's open (you've gotta be up to a challenge. :,))
Kits:None, but it's open.
Family: Sunspot(mother), sister(s)(OPEN!)
Backstory:The brown tom grew up without a father, or at least he didn't know him. Growing up, he was very close to his mother and his sisters. His mother died just a few moons ago and his heart aches in memory of his dead mom, but he doesn't remember much because he's a big dummy.
Other (optional):That's really it. :3 I can RP all the time every time.
Picture (optional):
@xSourgrapesx
Switched around the pictures for Twisteddawn as well as Crowmist so their short descriptions have been updated too -
Here's a new picture for duskstorm + new description
An off-white tom with medium length hair and dusty amber eyes.
[img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/f3/82/5c/f3825c087a9f25fc7504bc6327e093fb.jpg[/img]
Sorry for the confusion ! ;-;
@xSourgrapesx
Switched around the pictures for Twisteddawn as well as Crowmist so their short descriptions have been updated too -
Here's a new picture for duskstorm + new description
An off-white tom with medium length hair and dusty amber eyes.
Sorry for the confusion ! ;-;
Switched around the pictures for Twisteddawn as well as Crowmist so their short descriptions have been updated too -
Here's a new picture for duskstorm + new description
An off-white tom with medium length hair and dusty amber eyes.
Sorry for the confusion ! ;-;
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Sharkstar | Tom | 72 moons | Interacting with:
It was around dawn when the large gray-furred tom had risen and padded out of the den, his eyes flitting to where a measly pile of prey lay. The dawn patrols will be going out soon.. He reminded himself, padding over to pick up a cold mouse from the pile, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
It would have to do. The tom told himself, glancing over to the elder's den, a large dip in the cavern floor lined with moss and feathers. The elders would get the fresh catch from the first hunting patrol and so would Owlshade, the first queen in new-leaf. The first queen in a while since the harsh leaf-bare had unfortunately cut many cat's lives short. The tom frowned, sadness welling up in his chest. Icedawn should still be here, our kits would be apprentices now..The new kits would strengthen the Clan even more. Sharkstar took a bite out of the mouse, chewing it quickly and devouring the mouse in a few gulps. Seaclan would soon return to their former glory.
It was around dawn when the large gray-furred tom had risen and padded out of the den, his eyes flitting to where a measly pile of prey lay. The dawn patrols will be going out soon.. He reminded himself, padding over to pick up a cold mouse from the pile, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
It would have to do. The tom told himself, glancing over to the elder's den, a large dip in the cavern floor lined with moss and feathers. The elders would get the fresh catch from the first hunting patrol and so would Owlshade, the first queen in new-leaf. The first queen in a while since the harsh leaf-bare had unfortunately cut many cat's lives short. The tom frowned, sadness welling up in his chest. Icedawn should still be here, our kits would be apprentices now..The new kits would strengthen the Clan even more. Sharkstar took a bite out of the mouse, chewing it quickly and devouring the mouse in a few gulps. Seaclan would soon return to their former glory.
Sharkstar | Tom | 72 moons | Interacting with:
It was around dawn when the large gray-furred tom had risen and padded out of the den, his eyes flitting to where a measly pile of prey lay. The dawn patrols will be going out soon.. He reminded himself, padding over to pick up a cold mouse from the pile, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
It would have to do. The tom told himself, glancing over to the elder's den, a large dip in the cavern floor lined with moss and feathers. The elders would get the fresh catch from the first hunting patrol and so would Owlshade, the first queen in new-leaf. The first queen in a while since the harsh leaf-bare had unfortunately cut many cat's lives short. The tom frowned, sadness welling up in his chest. Icedawn should still be here, our kits would be apprentices now..The new kits would strengthen the Clan even more. Sharkstar took a bite out of the mouse, chewing it quickly and devouring the mouse in a few gulps. Seaclan would soon return to their former glory.
It was around dawn when the large gray-furred tom had risen and padded out of the den, his eyes flitting to where a measly pile of prey lay. The dawn patrols will be going out soon.. He reminded himself, padding over to pick up a cold mouse from the pile, his nose wrinkling in disgust.
It would have to do. The tom told himself, glancing over to the elder's den, a large dip in the cavern floor lined with moss and feathers. The elders would get the fresh catch from the first hunting patrol and so would Owlshade, the first queen in new-leaf. The first queen in a while since the harsh leaf-bare had unfortunately cut many cat's lives short. The tom frowned, sadness welling up in his chest. Icedawn should still be here, our kits would be apprentices now..The new kits would strengthen the Clan even more. Sharkstar took a bite out of the mouse, chewing it quickly and devouring the mouse in a few gulps. Seaclan would soon return to their former glory.
[Twisteddawn] | [Tom] | [Senior Warrior] | [Tags: Open to Interaction]
As the sun began to break through the sea foam, Twisteddawn turned his head expectantly towards the horizon, ears twitching as each watery wave lapped against his resting place. He had left the den in the middle of the night, unable to succumb to a peaceful sleep among his clan-mates. This was not something entirely unusual for him, playing to his isolated personality and affinity for seclusion. At times he would wander the sandy beaches until morning, unable to settle until his fur was matted or his claws were broken and worn. The pain and discomfort woke him up to reality - something he needed to be reminded of on a daily basis. However, more often than not, he would rest in a small rocky nook overlooking the vast waters that stretched before him, golden irises locked onto the mesmerizing tides that would advance and recede.
The other senior warriors had stopped questioning his absence from the den, receiving more of a shock when they woke up to see him there rather than out and about on his own. What with all the tossing and turning in his sleep, it was probably better Twisteddawn separated himself in an effort to not disturb the other felines. Even at the ripe age of 62 moons, the cats he had grown up with still were not accustomed to his sleepwalking.
'Not that I particularly blame them,' he thought to himself, stifling a yawn before stretching out his sore muscles. Readying his hind legs, he carefully steadied himself and began to make his way down from the cliff, taking care to make sure he didn't slip on loose pebbles that gathered in little inlets around him. The trek back to camp was a small one, but sinking into the sands made it feel as if it dragged on for miles. Twisteddawn began to discern the craggy rock formation he had come down from earlier, dreading the climb back up to the kill-pile where everyone would convene for dawn patrol.
[Emberpelt] | [Tom] | [Warrior] | [Tags: Open to Interaction, Swiftcreek]
Much like his elder brother, Emberpelt had gotten up before the crack of dawn, but only because he had seen that the other tom had left unannounced again. It became sort of a habit of his to drag himself from his mossy bed, uselessly worrying about his sibling. The calico would make his way out to the camp entrance where he sat motionless, eyes directly trained on the beaches until he saw that Twisteddawn had started back in time for patrol, safe and in one piece.
This time was just like any other, and as he saw the hunched, dark brown figure hiking his way through the morning dew, Emberpelt let out a small sigh of relief. No matter how many times they went through this, there was still a small part of him that held an unshakable anxiety. Able to put his fears to rest, the tom turned back towards the caverns, specifically the warriors den to see if anyone else had woken. Squeezing through the opening, Emberpelt was able to see that a few were tossing and turning, but none had fully come to consciousness.
Yet.
A harsh grin starting to change his expressionless face, he stealthily made his way to the back of the den to one of his favorite cats to tease - Swiftcreek. Beside his brother, the young male had the best reactions out of any of his other clan-mates.
But what fun could be had this morning? His whiskers twitched excitedly as he raised his fluffy tail and laid it right under the Swiftcreek's nose, attempting to stifle a sneeze at the very least. Emberpelt wasn't exactly sure of his intentions, but he knew that a lot of things could happen in this situation if it played out correctly.
[Crowmist] | [She-Cat] | [Warrior] | [Tags: Open to Interaction, Sharkstar]
Head resting between her paws, Crowmist had her eyes wide open as she quietly observed the mess that was about to happen beside her. Although she wasn't one to turn down a good time, this particular pairing could end in....numerous ways and that was something she didn't want to leave to chance. Perhaps a small breakfast would help her concentrate on the day ahead.
Slinking out from the den, she felt a rush of adrenaline that usually came with the chilly morning breeze. It seemed that not many had risen before her, except for Sharkstar whom she saw unhappily forcing down a partially rotting mouse from the previous hunt. Though she made hardly any sound, her tall slender jet-black frame was enough to draw attention from anyone so it was unsurprising that the leader caught her gaze before she had fully made her way to the kill pile.
"Goodmorni-," Crowmist began, voice cracking in the middle of the word as the she-cat gave her greetings. It was pretty lame sounding to the point where she cracked a small smile, letting her light laughter fill the central cavern.
"Apologies, it seems that I haven't completely woken up yet." The she-cat paused to shake out her muscles, rolling her head to one side so her neck cracked. Letting her gaze drift down to the dwindling pile of prey, it was evident that the stinky mess was nothing less of undesirable. "And it also looks like I'll have to politely decline putting my taste-buds through hell." Instead, she would just have to wait out dawn patrol with an empty stomach.
***I'm going to wait to start Otterpaw until @/Thewarywatcher13 posts
[Twisteddawn] | [Tom] | [Senior Warrior] | [Tags: Open to Interaction]
As the sun began to break through the sea foam, Twisteddawn turned his head expectantly towards the horizon, ears twitching as each watery wave lapped against his resting place. He had left the den in the middle of the night, unable to succumb to a peaceful sleep among his clan-mates. This was not something entirely unusual for him, playing to his isolated personality and affinity for seclusion. At times he would wander the sandy beaches until morning, unable to settle until his fur was matted or his claws were broken and worn. The pain and discomfort woke him up to reality - something he needed to be reminded of on a daily basis. However, more often than not, he would rest in a small rocky nook overlooking the vast waters that stretched before him, golden irises locked onto the mesmerizing tides that would advance and recede.
The other senior warriors had stopped questioning his absence from the den, receiving more of a shock when they woke up to see him there rather than out and about on his own. What with all the tossing and turning in his sleep, it was probably better Twisteddawn separated himself in an effort to not disturb the other felines. Even at the ripe age of 62 moons, the cats he had grown up with still were not accustomed to his sleepwalking.
'Not that I particularly blame them,' he thought to himself, stifling a yawn before stretching out his sore muscles. Readying his hind legs, he carefully steadied himself and began to make his way down from the cliff, taking care to make sure he didn't slip on loose pebbles that gathered in little inlets around him. The trek back to camp was a small one, but sinking into the sands made it feel as if it dragged on for miles. Twisteddawn began to discern the craggy rock formation he had come down from earlier, dreading the climb back up to the kill-pile where everyone would convene for dawn patrol.
[Emberpelt] | [Tom] | [Warrior] | [Tags: Open to Interaction, Swiftcreek]
Much like his elder brother, Emberpelt had gotten up before the crack of dawn, but only because he had seen that the other tom had left unannounced again. It became sort of a habit of his to drag himself from his mossy bed, uselessly worrying about his sibling. The calico would make his way out to the camp entrance where he sat motionless, eyes directly trained on the beaches until he saw that Twisteddawn had started back in time for patrol, safe and in one piece.
This time was just like any other, and as he saw the hunched, dark brown figure hiking his way through the morning dew, Emberpelt let out a small sigh of relief. No matter how many times they went through this, there was still a small part of him that held an unshakable anxiety. Able to put his fears to rest, the tom turned back towards the caverns, specifically the warriors den to see if anyone else had woken. Squeezing through the opening, Emberpelt was able to see that a few were tossing and turning, but none had fully come to consciousness.
Yet.
A harsh grin starting to change his expressionless face, he stealthily made his way to the back of the den to one of his favorite cats to tease - Swiftcreek. Beside his brother, the young male had the best reactions out of any of his other clan-mates.
But what fun could be had this morning? His whiskers twitched excitedly as he raised his fluffy tail and laid it right under the Swiftcreek's nose, attempting to stifle a sneeze at the very least. Emberpelt wasn't exactly sure of his intentions, but he knew that a lot of things could happen in this situation if it played out correctly.
[Crowmist] | [She-Cat] | [Warrior] | [Tags: Open to Interaction, Sharkstar]
Head resting between her paws, Crowmist had her eyes wide open as she quietly observed the mess that was about to happen beside her. Although she wasn't one to turn down a good time, this particular pairing could end in....numerous ways and that was something she didn't want to leave to chance. Perhaps a small breakfast would help her concentrate on the day ahead.
Slinking out from the den, she felt a rush of adrenaline that usually came with the chilly morning breeze. It seemed that not many had risen before her, except for Sharkstar whom she saw unhappily forcing down a partially rotting mouse from the previous hunt. Though she made hardly any sound, her tall slender jet-black frame was enough to draw attention from anyone so it was unsurprising that the leader caught her gaze before she had fully made her way to the kill pile.
"Goodmorni-," Crowmist began, voice cracking in the middle of the word as the she-cat gave her greetings. It was pretty lame sounding to the point where she cracked a small smile, letting her light laughter fill the central cavern.
"Apologies, it seems that I haven't completely woken up yet." The she-cat paused to shake out her muscles, rolling her head to one side so her neck cracked. Letting her gaze drift down to the dwindling pile of prey, it was evident that the stinky mess was nothing less of undesirable. "And it also looks like I'll have to politely decline putting my taste-buds through hell." Instead, she would just have to wait out dawn patrol with an empty stomach.
***I'm going to wait to start Otterpaw until @/Thewarywatcher13 posts
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Sharkstar | Tom | 72 moons | Interacting with: Crowmist | @tsukii
As the massive long-furred tom forced down the frankly disgusting mouse, a movement got the corner of his eye-the tall and sleek jet black figure of Crowmist. The tall she-cat approached Sharkstar, and he sat up, rasping his tongue across his paw as he flicked it over his ears.
As Crowmist greeted the tom, he nearly bit his tongue in amusement as her voice cracked mid-sentence, the taste of stale mouse in his mouth soon forgotten as he chuckled in response. "We might as well use it for bait," he flicked his tail disdainfully at the fresh-kill pile, "Perhaps we'll be able to catch a big fish with that stinking mess," he laughed softly, hooking up a minnow with an extended claw.
The dark gray tom rose to his paws, his pale green eyes glimmering with happiness. It was finally new-leaf, the sea would soon be full of big fish ready for the Clan cats to feast upon and there would be new warriors, he recalled, reminded of Mousepaw and Minnowpaw.
As the massive long-furred tom forced down the frankly disgusting mouse, a movement got the corner of his eye-the tall and sleek jet black figure of Crowmist. The tall she-cat approached Sharkstar, and he sat up, rasping his tongue across his paw as he flicked it over his ears.
As Crowmist greeted the tom, he nearly bit his tongue in amusement as her voice cracked mid-sentence, the taste of stale mouse in his mouth soon forgotten as he chuckled in response. "We might as well use it for bait," he flicked his tail disdainfully at the fresh-kill pile, "Perhaps we'll be able to catch a big fish with that stinking mess," he laughed softly, hooking up a minnow with an extended claw.
The dark gray tom rose to his paws, his pale green eyes glimmering with happiness. It was finally new-leaf, the sea would soon be full of big fish ready for the Clan cats to feast upon and there would be new warriors, he recalled, reminded of Mousepaw and Minnowpaw.
Sharkstar | Tom | 72 moons | Interacting with: Crowmist | @tsukii
As the massive long-furred tom forced down the frankly disgusting mouse, a movement got the corner of his eye-the tall and sleek jet black figure of Crowmist. The tall she-cat approached Sharkstar, and he sat up, rasping his tongue across his paw as he flicked it over his ears.
As Crowmist greeted the tom, he nearly bit his tongue in amusement as her voice cracked mid-sentence, the taste of stale mouse in his mouth soon forgotten as he chuckled in response. "We might as well use it for bait," he flicked his tail disdainfully at the fresh-kill pile, "Perhaps we'll be able to catch a big fish with that stinking mess," he laughed softly, hooking up a minnow with an extended claw.
The dark gray tom rose to his paws, his pale green eyes glimmering with happiness. It was finally new-leaf, the sea would soon be full of big fish ready for the Clan cats to feast upon and there would be new warriors, he recalled, reminded of Mousepaw and Minnowpaw.
As the massive long-furred tom forced down the frankly disgusting mouse, a movement got the corner of his eye-the tall and sleek jet black figure of Crowmist. The tall she-cat approached Sharkstar, and he sat up, rasping his tongue across his paw as he flicked it over his ears.
As Crowmist greeted the tom, he nearly bit his tongue in amusement as her voice cracked mid-sentence, the taste of stale mouse in his mouth soon forgotten as he chuckled in response. "We might as well use it for bait," he flicked his tail disdainfully at the fresh-kill pile, "Perhaps we'll be able to catch a big fish with that stinking mess," he laughed softly, hooking up a minnow with an extended claw.
The dark gray tom rose to his paws, his pale green eyes glimmering with happiness. It was finally new-leaf, the sea would soon be full of big fish ready for the Clan cats to feast upon and there would be new warriors, he recalled, reminded of Mousepaw and Minnowpaw.
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You misspelled my name while pinging me. :o
I didn't get the notification until now, so I'll write up my character real quick! uvu
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You misspelled my name while pinging me. :o
I didn't get the notification until now, so I'll write up my character real quick! uvu
You misspelled my name while pinging me. :o
I didn't get the notification until now, so I'll write up my character real quick! uvu
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