Personality: Juniperpaw is a quiet and peaceful she-cat with humble dreams, just hoping for the best. She enjoys hunting and dislikes battling. History: Juniperpaw was born in SparrowClan, grew up, and had no major events in her life, except for her grandmother passing away suddenly. Kin: Her mother is Featherfur, Her father is Snowbounce, Sibling is Honeypaw. Crush: Open. Mate: Too young Kits: Too young Other?:
Last Edit: Sept 13, 2015 19:34:43 GMT -5 by cooper
hii im cooper ^_^ feel free to talk to me! i dont bite, although im not on here v often
you likely remember me as meow / sunpaw, if you knew me when i was active no you didnt /lh
(accepted, sorry, i was trying to also get the opening post done)(( you all are able to post now starclan800𝓡𝓐𝓘𝓝𝓨cooper✖ʍousestar✖beechReed) Golden fur ruffled in the chilling breeze, his silhouette outlined by the rising sun; making it obvious that the creature had been staring up at Silverpelt. The large tom sat at the edge of Riverrock; the ledge that that extended from his den, carved into the form of the largest, oldest tree in the forest, the Great Tree. A soft, rumbling voice echoed into the quiet camp, "The tall and mighty trees that have protected us for so long, their leaves turned that blood red color, just two sunups ago. It was early this moon, compared to that of the seasons I have seen before... Stormstar, we lost so many, including you; just two sunrises ago. I did not receive even the slightest time to grieve." The cat's golden-amber eyes darked as he his head dropped down and looked out over the camp, the sound of rushing water from the waterfall that drizzled around him and the sound of chirping sounding at mornings call, told him that there was no time for grieving.
Skystar's golden eyes looked tired and were clouded with disrepair; as Stormstar has passed away just two sunrises ago. As his deputy for almost fifteen moons, Skystar's feelings had become so wretched. His heart filled with intolerable sorrow the moment he had received his lives that night; Stormstar had given him the gift of happiness, such a bitter gift from his closest friend and the cat he had always looked up to. His tail rose and fell slowly as his mind left him momentarily. The tom shook his head and thought of how many cats were left within the clan, 'We have three warriors, two apprentices, one apprentice to be named today, and a medicinecat. It will take a lot of work to build back up from nothing.' He remembered just two sunrises ago the clan had about fifteen warriors, twelve apprentices, and three elders. The cat mumbled to himself, "I must speak to Temptestrain to see if he had received anything from Starclan from before the battle..." The term 'battle' didn't seem right, it was more of a slaughter of his clan; most of the clan had been killed in their sleep, so they were lucky they got away with the cats that they did. Two yellow-green eyes flicked open inside the cave on the floor of the camp. The cat gave a tired, quiet yawn as she began to rise for the day. Her paw steps felt heavy today, unlike any other time, having buried her father at Moon High. The yellow, tabby cat made her way into the center of camp, looking up to see Skystar's expression, one of utter pain; which would be understandable. To be named leader and have to bury more than have of your clan mates that had been living just a few sunrises ago? Then having to face them once more before you have the chance to grieve for their loss of presence within the clan? She knew he was going through more torment than she was; however, it was still almost equally, bitter since it was her only kin that was near. 'Thank you for the late warning, Starclan. Sending us the blood leaves just a heartbeat before we lost so many people,' the cat distressed.
She looked over her shoulder to see the youngest warrior, Lightningscar, pull himself out of the den. Riverstep noted that the tom would not so much as glance into her eyes or up at the silhouette of their grieving leader. The she-cat could understand how he felt, not being close to Stormstar as most of the other had been. He couldn't grieve as heavily, not only that, but he needed to look after the clan. Riverstep felt the chilling breeze of leaf-fall upon her spine, causing her to shiver; the eerie groaning of the trees off in this distance didn't add to the feeling of loneliness that she was experiencing. His medium-long for was ruffled by the gentle breeze that wrapped around him. It was not a bitter or hateful wind as most cats were probably experiencing right now. Sure, it was a bit cool, but he had more faith in Skystar than the tom had in himself. His amber, honey-gold eyes lifted towards the clear blue up above his head; it was dappled with splashes of orange, pink and red clouds, as the sun was just peaking over the mountains and trees off in the distance. Their ancestors could not see everything coming, those were only the most ancient cats that dwell within a different area of the furtherest reaches of Starclan. He could feel his heart with his ancestors; the cat he had once loved had joined Starclan just two sunrises ago. The only he had ever even thought about falling for. He did not take to this bitterly though; for she was now safe from famine, thirst, battle, and suffering.
The tabby cat felt the scars on his pelt throbbing from the colder temperatures; a mocking symbol of how he had earned his name. Once he had been called Goldenpaw, he had chased away the former leader of Sparrowclan, Thrushstar, off of their territory; causing him to lose two of his lives, as he would not give up. Lightningscar earned the name for the look of the scar on his face and his swiftness; but ironically, he was not fast enough to respond to the attack on camp by the unknown creatures that had attacked. They smelled like Sparrowclan, but it was different; but no cat wanted to point paws at the other clan, for they did not believe them to be heartless killers and go against the warrior code. Cloudpaw watched sadly as his father sat upon Riverrock; with an expression of that when a queen finds out her kits have died. Than anguish that the clan was feeling caused even the fuzzy, playful white tom, to fall silent for the day. Soon a deputy would have to be announced and the clan would have to push back onto it's feet, but that didn't make it any easier. The wind ruffled his medium-long hair, but he could not feel it. His blue eyes just watched Skystar for a while, before his head dropped down and he glanced around camp for his companion, Ivorypaw. Bitterness filled the already heart-broken cat, as Thrushstar was murdered just before Moon High, just outside of his den; the cat she loved, Stormstar, had died just the night before then. The only reason she knew this was because Starclan had told her. The deputy had died just that morning from black-cough; leaving them with no leader. Eventually the clan had settled on the exotically colored she-cat, Haildusk, to lead the clan. Grayfeather was a close second, so they made the tom the deputy. The tortie cat would have to travel with the fairly young cat to MoonStream, a river that was deep within a cave between the two clan, resting the mountains that lie to the north of them.
Owlear felt a void within her heart at the moment, as Trushstar was a trusted and well respected companion of her. She needed to help guide the cat's paws as dark moons were coming. Starclan would not give her a clear image, but somewhere there was an enemy that was after the demise of Sparrowclan. The cat wondered how her daughter was doing, as she suffered around the medicine den (looking for traveling herbs); Riverstep had just lost her father and as the medicine cat of a different clan, she couldn't go and comfort her only kit. There were times that the cat thought Starclan was punishing her for that mistake she made over thirty moons ago. Her golden-yellow eyes began to glow as she stepped out into the camp clearing. It was dark, as always, the only reason she could tell the sun was rising was because of the birds singing their new leaf-fall songs. The first thing her eyes fell upon was the spot Thrushstar had been laying just moments before, before Thorntooth and Tigervine had gone out and buried the brown cat. The cat choked, seeing the two toms sitting silently next to one another. Thorntooth made eyes contact with Owlear, his blue and golden eyes with an unmistakable look of sorrow within them. The warrior was the eldest warrior with in the clan, yet he had never felt so helpless before. He had been the one guarding camp, but the pained yowl behind him, singling that Thrushstar had died, caused him a lot of self hatred and blame. He should have paid more attention, should have stopped whatever it was that attacked their great leader. The cat's jet black fur remained ungroomed, as he couldn't so much as think about himself right now.
The black tom waited silently beside Tigervine, for Grayfeather to give out patrols, so that Haildusk could go out and get her nine lives from Starclan. He made eye contact with Owlear, but didn't know what he could say to her. Both of them had grown up with the leader, but now he was gone; both of them had helped select a deputy for Thrushstar, but he was now gone as well; and he knew that Owlear blamed herself for that. There was nothing he could say to the older cat at this moment, his words faulted every time he would go to talk to her, so he just stopped trying. The cat rumbled, "I need to spend time with Finchpaw today." The cat mumbled to himself. Tigervine had the scent of lavender on his pelt from when he went to bury Thrushstar. The camp was so quiet that one could hear the rushing rivers of Fallsclan. The one that broke the silence was Thorntooth, but it was only with a whisper of comfort, claiming he needed to spend time with is apprentice today. The large, dark brown, tabby tom found himself sitting next to the senior warrior, wondering just what was going through his mind at the moment.
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2015 17:48:41 GMT -5 by genbear
Tempestrain woke with a start, eyes drowsy with sleep. He glanced around the den, sighing and remembering he had no apprentice. He stood up and looked around, eyes adjusting to the light.
Juniperpaw opened her eyes, day dawning once again. She jumped out of her nest and peeked out of the den.
hii im cooper ^_^ feel free to talk to me! i dont bite, although im not on here v often
you likely remember me as meow / sunpaw, if you knew me when i was active no you didnt /lh
Post by starclan800 on Sept 15, 2015 21:23:01 GMT -5
shadowdrop yawned loudly and stood up. glancing round the den he streached ready to take on the day ahead. he noislesly slipped out of the den. sun had started to seep through the branches of the trees, as he sighed contently and started to clean the moss from his pelt.
Last Edit: Sept 15, 2015 21:24:23 GMT -5 by starclan800
Username: (this is so we can easily tag the people we are rping with) N/nightmaregg (C H I Y O) Cat's Name: Duskpaw Age: 8 Moons Gender: (Specify if you would like different pronouns) Male Clan: FallsClan Rank: Apprentice Appearance: (Photo please, descriptions are also welcomed, I'll find you a picture if need be)
Small in stature, his body slim. His legs are long, making him seem taller than what he actually is. His muscles are lean, his limbs thin, and eyes are hooded. His scent is a mixture of what smells of salt water. He has brown fur and a darker shade of brown stripe running down his back with tabby markings trailing off it. He has brown rings on his tail and a white tail-tip. He has dark brown ears and head-tuft, and pale green eyes. He has a cream chest and belly, white some white. He has cream paws. (Picture doesn't belong to me)
|| Boisterous;; You would think that in such harsh times, his bright and playful attitude would have simmered down a bit over the few moons he's been alive, but on the contrary, it's only grown stronger. It's hard to catch Duskpaw without a smile on his face, even when he's feeling a bit off. He just hates to make others worry for him - they're the ones that he should be worried about! After all, he's sure that, one day, he will be a great and mighty warrior... and he'll protect not only his tribe-mates, but everyone in his family and all of his friends, too! No matter where life leads him, he'll always be eager to please, eager to be involved, just eager to live. In all honesty, he's lucky that he's been so sheltered from reality thus far, but even if he hadn't been, he'd still feel this way. He just wants to help everyone be happy. Hopefully this exuberance of his doesn't get on other cats' nerves too much; sometimes, too much of a good thing can be a bad thing, right?
|| Insecure;; Duskpaw is inclined to self-pity at times, in part because of an inferiority complex that began to fester in his youth. He loathes cruelty, viciousness and vulgarity and detests conflict between cats, so he does his best to cooperate and compromise with everyone around him. This, however, can leave him drained and prone to thoughts of doubt when he's out of the spotlight. Is it wrong, the way he thinks? Is it wrong for him to try to work everyone's issues out? Would they rather not be subjected to his presence? Behind closed doors, he wonders if anyone truly appreciates him and his actions, but he fears the answer, and so continues believing that everything is fine.
|| Righteous;; Duskpaw is ambitious and optimistic, and will continue to be so even when his hopes are dashed. With such a strongly idealistic nature, he can suffer through many disappointments without being affected. He harbors an intense passion for justice and believes that everyone should be—and expects them to be—fair. He is typically on the side of the underdog in any situation, and he will fight for anything which he believes in and supports, unafraid of rebellion or the consequences of it.
|| Affectionate;; Duskpaw finds common ground with all sorts of cats; it's just in his nature. In regards to other cats, he is open, sincere, genuine and trusting. He goes out of his way in order to please others, to cheer them up, to help them, to keep the peace, and as a result of that he is more disillusioned than the average cat if let down by those he trusts (which is almost everyone). Acquaintances of his quickly turn into so-called friends, even if his first impressions of them aren't exactly gratifying.
History: He grew up pretty normal in Fallclan. However, when he was a kit he had nearly drown once.
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Cat's Name: Rosepaw Age: 10 Moons Gender: (Specify if you would like different pronouns) Female Clan: Sparrowclan Rank: Apprentice Appearance: (Photo please, descriptions are also welcomed, I'll find you a picture if need be)
is a small apprentice with white fur that varies in length, although nowadays it is prominently long. She has a saddle of light, warm gray on her back, criss-crossed with stripes. Her tail is also the same light gray, marked with swirling stripes of two different shades. On her right leg, the saddle extends downwards on her leg, splitting into light stripes. She has an odd splotch on her face, starting from her muzzle and extending up to the top of her head. Each tiny little toe is pale gray, along with both of her ears. has a small, bright pink nose, along with pale green eyes and light lashes. She is blind. (No credit to me)
Personality:
Cheerful: Honestly, Rosepaw is one of the most cheerful cats one can know. It is nearly impossible to phase or get her down, which makes interacting with others quite easy for the young she-cat. She has long since found out that in order to live a happy life, one must remain positive, something she is quite good at accomplishing. For her, it just comes naturally to be happy. (to be elaborated on)
Kind: Rosepaw is a very kind young cat. She loves to do nice things for others, especially if they're feeling down. It makes her quite happy to help others, even if they're mean to her. Maybe it's her naivete in play here, but either way, it is pretty much impossible for her to be mean to anyone. Because of her kindness, Rosepaw feels sometimes morally obligated to do things for others, even if it's possibly bad/would get her into trouble. Even when this little cat is annoyed, she still manages to be nice to the cat that's bothering her. You would have to get her really mad in order for this to even change in the slightest.
Mellow: This apprentice is pretty chill. She's honestly very easygoing, and rarely says no to any idea. She's very go-with-the-flow in that regard, often not minding any sort of change unless it's something incredibly huge. Sometimes her mellow nature can be perceived as lazy, considering how easily she gives into things. However, that isn't the case. Rosepaw really doesn't wish to upset anyone, so to her just going along with it would be the best way to achieve her goal. Her chill nature might also contributing to how rare it is that she gets angry.
Calm: Rosepaw is generally a very calm female, rarely getting overly excited. Because of this calm mindset, she's pretty good at dealing with issues rationally, even if her emotions contradict what she's saying. This trait will develop more as she ages.
Honest: This apprentice is very honest, almost to the point of being considered brutally blunt. She doesn't try to, but lying is something she really can't do well. She isn't trying to be mean, but sometimes her words can come out a little bit harsh, especially if she's giving advice or something along those lines. Rosepaw just can't sugarcoat things, no matter how hard she tries. Well, at least when she realizes she's being blunt. Honestly, 99% of the time she probably doesn't even realized that what she's saying could be considered cruel.
Naive: Rosepaw really doesn't have much knowledge about how the world works. Somethings that may be considered common sense are nonexistent to her, even when it's something obvious. She doesn't quite understand yet that the world isn't just what she sees, or lack of sees rather. Hopefully, this naivete doesn't change too much in the future due to anything happening. This has changed slightly. Rosepaw has begun to realize how the world works, which is causing her level of naivety to diminish.
Perceptive: Whatever obliviousness she had as a kit has begun to fade away. She has since learned the fine art of listening for body language and tone of voice to help determine how one is feeling. Even without her eyes, it isn't very hard for her to figure out how one is feeling and what to say to perhaps help. Developing .
History: She grew up in the clan normally. Kin: None Crush: Will Develop Mate: None Kits: None Other?: She is blind
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Cat's Name: HoneySong Age: 35 Moons Gender: (Specify if you would like different pronouns)
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A brown she-cat with dark brown, almost black, spots decorating her body. Her tail is ash black with a cream white tail-tip, and chest. She has a chocolate brown head fur (Tuft?) and shoulders. She has amber eyes. (Not mine)
Honeysong is a very shallow she-cat. Like her kin, her ideals revolve around putting as little effort into unpleasant things as possible. She enjoys her job as a warrior, and will put forth effort into that, as well as things like digging up dirt on others for blackmail, achieving remarkable social status, taking care of her friends, and associating with pretty cats, but anything else is just a chore. She's rather apathetic towards cats she doesn't really know, and has no desire to listen to authority figures, either. She's blunt, willing to tell a cat anything that's on her mind, and doesn't care about telling others personal things about herself, unless they're particularly embarrassing or shine her in some sort of negative light.
Honeysong is absolutely pretentious, and will exaggerate anything about herself to make her seem much better than she is- though she'll never feel the need to exaggerate her own beauty, as narcissistic as she is, and finds her appearance to be absolutely to die for. Another thing about this she-cat is that she'll flirt with basically anything that moves, though it's rare for her to develop real feelings for someone unless they're utterly gorgeous. She's not insecure in the least, and has a total air of confidence around her, which would make her pleasant to be around if she wasn't such a prejudiced idiot most of the time.
On a more positive note, Honeysong is loyal to those cats who manage to attract her attention and stay on her good side, though she will hold a grudge against anyone who talks behind her back or is overall two-faced to her. She never tells a lie, finding pride in being completely honest- the only way she'd lie is if it benefited someone she cared about (it's rare for her to be dishonest whatsoever, even if she's to benefit from it, so you have to mean a whole lot to her for her to lie for you).
History: Grew up normally in the clan Kin: None Crush: Will develop Mate: None Kits: None Other?: None
(C H I Y O what rank and Clan is Honeysong in? and would you like Rosepaw to be a warrior's apprentice or the medicine cat's? Once I get this information, you are accepted and can start rping)
Ivorypaw slipped out of the apprentices den. she was rather quiet today as she walked into the clearing. She spotted Cloudpaw and softley padded over to him. she smiled and said "hello Cloudpaw"
Post by starclan800 on Sept 18, 2015 14:20:26 GMT -5
shadow drop noticed juniperpaw poking her headout of the den. he looked around for grayfeather, wondering if he could go on a patrol. he let out another small yawn and padded over to his apprentice.
(sry this is bad i now. i just havnt been rping in a while.)