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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2021 16:15:15 GMT -5
💛 Golden💛(Goldenstar )- - - - - - - - - - - - -*Sleeping* “Run. Run faster. Run as if your life depends on it.” Pecanpaw could feel his lungs about to burst in his chest. The urgency in his mentors voice, causing him to run as fast as his little legs would carry him. No matter how much he wanted to stop, he couldn’t. He must keep going. He. Must. Keep. Going. But wait. What were they running from.?
*Awake* “Let’s be productive.” The words came from the oh so familiar voice of Cloudweaver. Not so urgent this time. A gentle tap to his shoulder followed the toms gentle voice. Soothing to the anxious apprentices ears. Popping open one eye, he looked sleepily at the blue-gray tom. Thank Starclan, he’d just been dreaming. A small huff came from the little Somali and he quickly sat up, shaking out his light brownish-russet fur. A yawn escaped his maw, before he quickly groomed his fur to its sleek and shiny form. “Good morning, Cloudweaver. Am I the last one away again.?”
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In the process of grooming her very very stubborn thick coat, Nightflower had missed the approach of her leader. It wasn’t until the tall creamy-gray tom spoke, that she became aware of his presence. With a slight jump of surprise, the calico warrior turned large amber eyes to Tundrastar, fur prickling slightly on embarrassment at being caught off guard. “I do apologize, Tundrastar. I did not notice you.” Dipping her head in respect before lifting her half orange, half black face back up, she gave a happy nod before getting to her paws. “I’d be up to anything just to stretch my legs.”
Nightflower, being quite the tall molly, loved nothing more than to be on the move. To stretch her legs out, to take a run through the territory. Even more so, the calico was known for her love in the water. To fish. She’d worked hard to become skilled in fishing at the river that nested near their home.
(I’m sorry this isn’t great. 😬)
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Post by GryffinCry on Jun 1, 2021 17:40:51 GMT -5
(OH THERES NEW PEOPLE HERE HELLO)
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Post by GryffinCry on Jun 1, 2021 17:54:59 GMT -5
Firepaw yawned loudly as her mentor woke her up- her coat rippling lightly as she stretched her one leg out in front of her and shook off the light layer of dust that had settled on her fur that night. "Oh.. I'm sorry Arc..I didn't know I'd slept in so long. I took the weekly herbs for my leg last night and you know how they tend to knock me out cold." She purred with light laughter. ~
Gildedrose was sitting next to the warriors den- a half eaten mouse sticking out from between her paws. She glanced up from her lunch as Lightpaw raced over- smiling gently, as the energy in the young tomcat reminded her of her daughter before.. well.. nevermind. "Of course we'll be training today, Lightpaw." The pretty senior shecat responded softly- her Golden flecked gaze sparkling with amusement. "Of course- once your chores are done that is."
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 1, 2021 19:18:18 GMT -5
(OH THERES NEW PEOPLE HERE HELLO) (Leafsong is not new. Think reallllllllly hard. She's an OG Cloudclanner too. Who is she?)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2021 19:30:40 GMT -5
(OH THERES NEW PEOPLE HERE HELLO) (Leafsong is not new. Think reallllllllly hard. She's an OG Cloudclanner too. Who is she?) (I’d be genuinely surprised if anyone remembered me besides you, Love. But that’s also because I kept in touch with you on and off throughout the years. 😂🧡 I kinda wish I never would’ve vanished all these years.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 1, 2021 19:50:15 GMT -5
Leafy<3 "It looks like we both slept in late today," the blue-gray tom replied as he turned on his paws, draping his fluffy tail over the smaller cat's shoulders. "I didn't wake until I realized Skytrotter's warmth was gone. When I opened my eyes and she wasn't there, I realized I had missed the dawn patrol." The handsome tom yawned and gave his pelt a shake. "There's nothing wrong with resting. Without it, we would wear down too quickly. The clan needs strong Warriors now more than ever, remember that." With a gentle nod of his head, the silky-furred tom began to head out of the Apprentice's Den and down the slope toward the mulch and grass of the camp below. "I figure today we can work on battle training some if you'd like! You've definitely got the hang of hunting- that mouse you brought to Frostdaisy the other night was huge!" ~ (This reply is perfect, stop that. <3) "Excellent! I'm going to watch the apprentices train in a bit but I wanted to get out of camp and go around for some patrolling first. I think Treeclimber will be joining us later on." With a flick of his ear, the big white tom headed away from the mulch and into the tall grass. "Should we go to the river first? I know that you like the water and it's a perfect day for wet paws." --- Rowan
His eyes as bright as they usually were when he looked at his apprentice, Ace chuckled a bit and licked her ear. "It's all fine. You know Leafwatcher is an early bird any way. And Fleo will be up all day. Kitty-pets have nothing to do but nap," he said with a chuckle as the burly white tom began to collect his leaf-woven satchel. He tossed it over his shoulder then glanced back at the pretty she-cat with his one good eye still sparkling. "Do you feel up for the walk today? Do you want extra herbs just in case?" ~ "Yes! Of course!" Lightpaw was eagerly bouncing from paw to paw to paw. "What is on my chore list today? New bedding for the Elders? Fresh moss for the Queens? Just say the word and I am on it!"
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Post by cowbird on Jun 1, 2021 20:24:21 GMT -5
(Why hello Miss! Im Abe- its nice to meet you and I love your GoldenClan characters already, especially Priss.) ( Aaa, hello! It's nice to meet you too <3 I go by Cass! I'm glad you like them! Haven't really had real rp practice with the two of them so they're a liiiittle undeveloped, but I'm hoping to change that ! ) (Oh no worries! Whenever you want tag me or quote me and we can have a strand together to help flesh them out
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Post by cowbird on Jun 1, 2021 20:28:08 GMT -5
(Oh wow Chris I had already started a whole new thread here for you just didn't post it yet but you beat me to it no worries ill edit my reply and add what you have up here for tomorrow!)
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2021 20:50:34 GMT -5
💛Golden💛(Goldenstar)- - - - - - - - - - - - - As a fluffy white tail draped over his shoulders, Pecanpaw gave a light purr. His mentors yawn made him well aware that he wasn’t the only one feeling extra tired. Though, to Pecanpaw’s defense, he’d always been a fitful sleeper. Awake during the night, more than actually asleep. Though, that was no excuse to be the last apprentice up and about once again. And while Cloudweaver tried to make him feel better, as he always did during his anxious moments, Pecanpaw couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for sleeping in.
After a moment longer of sitting, the little tom jumped to his paws and followed after his mentor. While the words of Cloudweaver filled his ears, his hazel eyes scanned the abandoned twoleg playground that now made the clans very home. Activity bustled around them, from members sharing tongues, to training, to patrols coming and going. Inwardly, the young Somali groaned at the thought of battle training. While he’d already been training for a moon, battle training had never been his forte.
While he wished to do anything other than that, Pecanpaw didn’t protest. He simply flexed his claws and gave a determined nod. “Maybe hunting on land, but I’d sure like to learn how to fish as well as Nightflower at some point.” He scrunched his face up at the thought of water touching his paws. He had never been a fan of getting his fur wet. “Though, I hate water. So I suppose that won’t happen.” Trotting forward to brush against the larger handsome toms flank, he looked up with warm hazel eyes. “What battle moves did you have in mind.?”
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Giving a nod to Tundrastar’s words, Nightflower padded at her leaders side, keeping a respectful gap between the two of them. At the mention of the apprentices training, Nightflower couldn’t help but feel her own impatience to have an apprentice of her own. While she was still a young warrior, she felt she had a lot to contribute to the teachings of the young felines that’s were growing in their clan.
Amber eyes glowed with a lingering hope as she spoke, her voice gentle. “I’d love to see how the apprentices are getting along. If it’d be appropriate for me to join. I’d love to see how the mentors teach their apprentices.” She flickered her gaze to the large toms face, before flickering back to the tall grass as they walked towards the river. Her heart skipped a happy beat at the thought of a quick dip in the river as they went about their patrol. Giving a little dance with her front paws as she walked, she gave a happy purr. “You know me well. I would absolutely love to take a dive into the refreshing water as a first stop. The perfect way to stretch my legs.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 1, 2021 21:43:41 GMT -5
~Orchidpaw(Orchidpetal)- What do I tell you about Orchidpetal? Perhaps there isn't much to tell. Or perhaps there is too much. Orchidpetal was found in a two-leg rubbish bin by a loner named Tobias when she was barely two moons old. Starving, covered in fleas and ticks, and afraid, Tobias- a half-deaf, old fixed and declawed tom- took the little she-kit to someplace he knew she'd be safe- in the loving, wild paws of the feral cats that lived in Golden Park. She was taken in warmly by a foster mother- Sharprose- and her silly, adoring mate, Goosefoot. Most of Orchidpetal's early life is lost in her memory, and she stayed sick and sleepy for most of her first moons. She does remember burning yellow eyes of a she-cat who nursed her and the ringing giggle of a tom she called 'daddy'. But most of all, Orchid remembered Fury- her adopted brother who did everything in his power to save her life. Becoming an apprentice was one of the hardest things she's ever had to fight for but it is her proudest achievement and she knows she could never have done it without Stormfury's help. Now, she and her 'siblings' do everything together and both Spider and Storm are her family and her closest friends. Orchidpetal is known to be a little shy but not nearly as so as Spiderweb. She is intelligent and critically thinking and she likes to have a plan, a backup plan, and a second backup plan before going into any situation. She is very independent, not clingy like her brother and sister are, and she doesn't mind time away from them to be herself. She is a complicated she-cat with a whirlpool of emotions that exist in conflicting war inside her head. Unlike her lanky sister or her burly brother, Orchidpetal is, well... quite small. Underneath all that fur, that is. Probably from being sickly for so long, this she-cat never grew past the size of an apprentice and it is her dense, silky, snow white pelt that makes her look as big as she does. She has small ears, a long coat, and a very fluffy tail. She has pink eyes, a very pink nose, very pink paw-pads, and very pink ears. Being an albino makes her very light-sensitive and Orchid is prone to headaches. She overheats easy from the weight of her coat but her siblings know how to care for her. Orchidpetal can be a little defensive over how she looks, for it's clear that she wasn't born wild and that kitty-pet blood runs strong through her veins. Not that she can't take care of herself- because she can- but don't ever let Spider of Fury hear you talk bad on her name. You won't soon forget it. || Adopted daughter of the late Sharprose and late Goosefoot. Adopted sister to Stormfury and Spiderweb. || Former kitty-pet. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Spiderpaw(Spiderweb)- like a lot of cats nowadays in Goldenclan, Spiderweb is an orphan. But it isn't entirely because of the Fever... no, this poor dear wasn't that fortunate- as odd as it sounds. When Spiderpaw was born, she originally had a litter-mate named Leafkit but the brutal leaf-bare was so bitter that the second she-kit didn't make it. It was during a dog attack- the same one that killed so many other Goldenclan cats- that Spiderweb lost her mother, Stormynight. After the incident, she stayed very close to another Queen named Whiteflame- much to the dismay of Spiderweb's biological father, Thickettuft- who didn't like the molly who was fostering his only living kit. Spiderweb wasn't even out of the nursery yet when Fire Fever ravaged the park and claimed both the lives of her beloved Whiteflame and Thickettuft. Alone in the world as a new apprentice, Spiderweb- then Spiderpaw- leaned closely on two other orphans- Orchidpaw and Stormpaw- and despite how different they all are, the three of them are closer now than kin and are always getting into trouble. If there is one of them, you'll find the other two. Spiderweb is very insecure about herself and finds herself to be extremely unattractive, especially when faced against Orchidpetal's pale beauty. She is always the one who tries to be the voice of reason of her 'siblings' but will still follow them anywhere no matter what that means. Despite being very uncomfortable in her own skin, Spiderweb is a very confident in one thing- her ability to hunt- especially things that fly. This she-cat is very unusual looking, with a very streamlined and thin frame and long, dainty legs. She also has a long, whip-like tail, a wedged face, and large ears. She has very short, coarse fur that is a base of white with pale gray and darker gray tabby-like markings along her tail, back, shoulders, and head. She has gray toes on her left front and both hind paws. On her head, between her ears where a lot of cats have an 'M' like marking, Spiderweb has a pattern that looks like the silhouette of a spider- something that helped earn her, her name. Finally, this rather timid kitty has bright, piercing yellow-green eyes. || Expert bird hunter. || Daughter of the late Stormynight and late Thickettuft. Adopted daughter of the late Whiteflame. Adopted sibling of Orchidpetal and Stormfury. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
~Stormpaw(Stormfury)- older than the other two members of his 'family' by a almost a moon, Stormfury is definitely the mastermind behind all the trouble that the Paws (what they've become affectionately known as even now that they're Warriors) get into. Stormfury, or just 'Fury' as he is affectionately be called by his 'sisters', was the lucky one of his family. He was born the only kit of his two adoring parents and they poured their endless love and support into him. His mother, Sharprose, was known for her sharp tongue and heavy temper and her choice in a mate was quite unusual. Goosefoot, Fury's father, was a silly and bouncy tom and the pairing was definitely an odd one. Enter Stormkit. From the moment he was born, Sharprose would call him 'her little fury' and she only ever praised him when his sharp, tiny claws would scratch her muzzle or flank. Despite how tender and loving Goosefoot was with his son, Sharprose raised him to be tough, fearless, and wild. And it was so. When Stormpaw started training as an apprentice, his mother and father took in a kit to foster who was brought to them from the forest. Stormpaw didn't like the idea of being replaced at first but he warmed up to his adopted sister quite quickly. And then... disaster struck. Fire Fever swept through Golden Park and Goosefoot and Sharprose weren't spared the illness and both of them ending up dying from it. Fury decided right then and there that, since he and the kitten- Orchidkit- were all each-other had... they would be all each other had. And they've been inseparable since. Stormpaw, along with a foster mother for Orchidkit- Windyfield- helped raise the poor thing from near death- Fury even put his apprentice training on hold to play both father and big brother to the sweet kit. Eventually he got help from his best friend, Spiderpaw, and the three of them became a close family and have always gotten into all kinds of trouble. Kits will be kits, after all. Despite how tender and soft Stormfury is with his 'sisters', he is an aggressive cat by nature- much like his mother was. Orchidpetal and Spiderweb are always worried about his violent personality and he is littered in scars from getting into countless scraps as a 'paw and even now as a Warrior. Stormfury has no tolerance for anyone who rubs him the wrong way and, ever since Windyfield passed away, he doesn't really trust or socialize with anyone besides his sisters. He is feverishly protective of both Orchid and Spider and won't hesitate to hurt you if you hurt them. Unfortunately, Fury is a very arrogant cat and he is known for his brilliance in battle. This nasty-tempered tom is a smoky gray-black hue without a drop of color elsewhere through his pelt. He is a big cat with 'lion-like' paws, broad shoulders, and thick, medium-length fur. He has long, sharp front claws and he is known to keep them out of their sheathes. He has his mother's dangerous yellow eyes and silver tongue. Keep an eye out for this sizzling, charming tom. He bites. || Only son of the late Sharprose and late Goosefoot. Semi-adopted son of Windyfield. Adopted brother to Orchidpetal and Spiderweb. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. ||
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~Sweetfern- oh, the precious, precious babe. First off, something to know about Sweetfern is that her origins aren't entirely known even still today. She was born to a timid Queen named Yellowpetal and she always got incredibly uncomfortable when the father of her two-kit litter was ever mentioned. So the clan stopped asking her about it... but both of her kits- Sand and Sweet- have unusual markings and it's rumored their sire isn't Goldenclan born. Of the two, Sandstrike has always been ambitious and has sought validation and power virtually since kithood. Meanwhile, Sweetfern only longed to fit in and feel like she belongs- which is a hard to accomplish feat when you consider her appearance. But we'll get to that in a moment. Sand and Sweet faced a devastating blow when they were newly made Warriors and their mother was found dead outside of camp- the reason for her demise still unknown. A few moons later, Sweetfern fell ill with a Fire Fever. Sandstrike stayed by her as the illness ravaged her body and mind. Sweetfern recovered but has never been the same and her brother remains her keeper. She talks slow and with a drawl from brain damage and she has the mentality more so of a kitten than a full grown cat and she is a resident of Goldenclan's Elder's Den. Sweetfern, even now, is the most genuine, kind, and selfless spirit that there ever could be and she enjoys playing with kits and telling stories. This poor dear is prone to body and headaches and she has to spend a lot of time resting or she gets very manic. She has her own blend of herbs that the Medicine Cats give her to keep her condition stable. It is said that Sweetfern is the only evidence that Sandstrike has a soul, for when he tends to her he has the patience of any adoring Queen. Sweet, or Sweetie as she is lovingly called, doesn't seem to understand that there's something very amiss with her brother. She loves him and does so loyally but sometimes, it's as if she senses something is amiss and oftentimes she intervenes when Sandstrike is about to do something that isn't very nice. Now- we're back to her appearance. And gee, what a wild card. Sweetfern is an unusually colored cat with a base pelt of a lilac-silver hue. She has darker patches of rich violet on both front legs and her rear left leg and half her tail. The tip of her bushy tail is white and she has a white throat and violet ears. Her legs- the ones with the darker violet- have tabby makings mixed with circular and crescent patterns. She has these same designs over both of her eyes- of which, the irises are a piercing blue. || Elder- retired early due to brain damage from illness. || Daughter of the late Yellowpetal and Paintedstar (of Inkclan)- unknown. Sister to Sandstrike. || Asexual kind of- gets cute little crushes though. || Related to Cloudstar (she doesn't know it though). || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 1, 2021 21:44:16 GMT -5
(Oh wow Chris I had already started a whole new thread here for you just didn't post it yet but you beat me to it no worries ill edit my reply and add what you have up here for tomorrow!) (ABE I'M SO SORRY)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 1, 2021 22:02:28 GMT -5
💛Golden💛(Goldenstar )- - - - - - - - - - - - - As a fluffy white tail draped over his shoulders, Pecanpaw gave a light purr. His mentors yawn made him well aware that he wasn’t the only one feeling extra tired. Though, to Pecanpaw’s defense, he’d always been a fitful sleeper. Awake during the night, more than actually asleep. Though, that was no excuse to be the last apprentice up and about once again. And while Cloudweaver tried to make him feel better, as he always did during his anxious moments, Pecanpaw couldn’t help but feel a twinge of guilt for sleeping in.
After a moment longer of sitting, the little tom jumped to his paws and followed after his mentor. While the words of Cloudweaver filled his ears, his hazel eyes scanned the abandoned twoleg playground that now made the clans very home. Activity bustled around them, from members sharing tongues, to training, to patrols coming and going. Inwardly, the young Somali groaned at the thought of battle training. While he’d already been training for a moon, battle training had never been his forte.
While he wished to do anything other than that, Pecanpaw didn’t protest. He simply flexed his claws and gave a determined nod. “Maybe hunting on land, but I’d sure like to learn how to fish as well as Nightflower at some point.” He scrunched his face up at the thought of water touching his paws. He had never been a fan of getting his fur wet. “Though, I hate water. So I suppose that won’t happen.” Trotting forward to brush against the larger handsome toms flank, he looked up with warm hazel eyes. “What battle moves did you have in mind.?”
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Giving a nod to Tundrastar’s words, Nightflower padded at her leaders side, keeping a respectful gap between the two of them. At the mention of the apprentices training, Nightflower couldn’t help but feel her own impatience to have an apprentice of her own. While she was still a young warrior, she felt she had a lot to contribute to the teachings of the young felines that’s were growing in their clan.
Amber eyes glowed with a lingering hope as she spoke, her voice gentle. “I’d love to see how the apprentices are getting along. If it’d be appropriate for me to join. I’d love to see how the mentors teach their apprentices.” She flickered her gaze to the large toms face, before flickering back to the tall grass as they walked towards the river. Her heart skipped a happy beat at the thought of a quick dip in the river as they went about their patrol. Giving a little dance with her front paws as she walked, she gave a happy purr. “You know me well. I would absolutely love to take a dive into the refreshing water as a first stop. The perfect way to stretch my legs.”
When Pecanpaw mentioned fishing and water-hunting, Cloudweaver couldn't help but let out a mrrow of laughter. Almost as his if his name had suggested it, Cloudweaver was good at hunting things that had wings. He flicked his tail over to where Nightflower and Tundrastar were padding off. "Would you like to go with them? I'm sure they wouldn't mind," he asked thoughtfully, ignoring a glare from Cedarrift as they went along. That tom would hate him until the day he died. "And if we still battle train- some simple stuff I think. Defense and reflections and all the stuff that helps you keep your ears attached to your head when someone is trying to kill you. But don't worry- I promise that I won't actually try to kill you." ~ "Then that's where we'll start!" Tundrastar purred as they headed along the fence-line that lead down to the riverbank. "I was meaning to talk to you actually... recovering from the Fever has taken so much out of our clan..." Tundrastar shook his head, remembering the countless cats who died trying to fight off the terrible sickness. He himself lost many lives to it. Without having more than one to give, he would be in Starclan and the clan would be lead by Stormstar. The fur along his spine rose a bit but he drew his composure until his pelt was flat. "The 'paws- the troublesome three- they've been under the wing of Warriors who already have apprentices. But we need to makes sure they get the training they deserve. You know I admire you, Nightflower, I always have. I was wondering if you'd want to take one of them on? They need extra care- as you know... so many of our apprentices are so far behind because of how sick they were as kittens. If we are to rebuild from the ashes, strong minds must teach our future... or we won't have one."
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 2, 2021 0:41:12 GMT -5
(Phew! All my Warriors are done. x.x...) ~Feralcreed- charming and kind, Feralcreed is definitely an odd creature. His appearance alone often gets him some odd looks, as he appears like a cat who was just thrown together with colors and patterns. His pelt is a base of ashy gray with brown spots on his right hind paw (and one white spot- literally one), white spots on his left front paw, and oddly placed black tabby-like lashes on his left hind leg. Also for whatever reason that leg- and only that leg in particular- is a shade paler gray than the rest of him. He also has a brown patch over his hind haunches and lower-half of his tail, a brown tail-tip, and three placed spots on his left shoulder, under his tail-tip, and on the left side of his face under his eye. He also has black ears and sharp, dark green eyes. Feralcreed is passionate about his clan and his future in it. He keeps a level head despite all of his confidence and is generally light-hearted and gentle. He adores kits and kittens and spends a lot of time around the old or the weak. He played a huge part in saving the clan from Fire Fever and he often helps the Medicine Cats. || Pansexual. He needs to vibe with your spirit. || Not related to Cloudstar of Cloudclan. || No mate, no kits. || Senior Warrior. || Goldenstar. || ~Ivoryshell- kind and polite, Ivoryshell enjoys both her role and her title as a Senior Warrior. She is a pretty thing with Goldenstar's body build- something she is extremely proud of. Ivoryshell has silky, gorgeous dark cream fur that flows at her joints and her tail is long and full. She has long, pale whiskers and tufted ears along with plumed cheek fur. She has slightly darker brown eyeliner and a patch above her nose. Her ears, nose, paw-pads, lips, and underbelly are all a soft, gentle pink. Her eyes are also a dark, sapphire blue. Ivoryshell takes a lot after her father's side of the family and is very proud of her Cloudclan roots. She, however, does have a rather fickle heart. Tis the curse. || Great great granddaughter of Olivevine. Related to Cloudstar of Cloudclan. || Heterosexual. || Senior Warrior. || Goldenstar. || ~Ferretfur- humorous and kind, Ferretfur is a rowdy and rough and tumble molly. Nothing at all like her brother, Foxslayer. Ferretfur is known to be wild and reckless and... irresistibly charming. Like her name would suggest, Ferretfur has... Well... Ferret fur. Her base coat is cream but her legs, tail, and throat fur is a dark, chocolate brown. She also has a brown, shaded stripe down her back and a brown mask across her eyes. Her toes are also cream. Ferretfur has bright, honey amber eyes. She is a very accomplished hunter (and she knows it) with a virtually unmatched success rate- spare for Silenthunter maybe! She is known to be a hard-head and a bit of a scrapper. Her and Stormlegend are known to quarrel... but maybe that's because, deep down, they like each other. || Pretty hardcore lesbian. Has mushy, ushy, gushy feelings for Stormlegend but she would rather die than admit that. || No relation to Goldenstar or Cloudclan. Foxslayer's sister. || Senior Warrior. || Goldenstar. || ~Foxslayer- stoic and rather cold at times, Foxslayer was originally named Singedstrike. When he was out with his apprentice early in his Warriorship, a fox attacked the two and Singedstrike fought like all of Lionclan. By the time that backup arrived, it wasn't needed and the fox laid dead at his paws. What made the account so incredible was the fact that, well... He isn't a very big cat at all. He used his brains, not his brutality, to win the fight. But it did come at a cost. Singedstrike was renamed Foxslayer for his bravery and he now has a scar to recall the tale, as the left side of his face harbors a deep, easily identifiable bite wound and his left eye is non-existent, now just a marred, empty socket. Foxslayer is a rugged, handsome tom that is smaller than average in size. He has a dark red and black calico-type pelt, torn ears, bent whiskers, and one smoldering amber eye. He is very close to his "big little sister", Ferretfur, who is an inch or two taller than him. He simply finds her... annoying... sometimes. || Mentored: Frostdaisy. || Pansexual but doesn't know it yet. || No relation to Goldenstar or Cloudclan. Ferretfur's brother. || Senior Warrior. || Goldenstar. || ~Cedarrift- cunning and sarcastic, Cedarrift has been a literal pain-in-the-ass his entire life. He was always causing trouble with his den-mates while in the nursery and he carried his attitude into his apprentice times. He, however, is an incredible worker and always puts his clan first. As an apprentice, Cedarrift got into a tussle with a group of rogues and the subsequent injuries left him scarred and with only half a tail- which is partially how he got his name. Cedar is a handsome, rugged tom with battle-torn ears, a scarred muzzle, marred flanks, and tore up, battered paws. He is a ruddy red color with a brownish-gray undertoning to his belly, chest, throat, tail, paws, and muzzle. He has long, dark whiskers and dark, forest green eyes. Despite his sometimes despicable and snappy attitude, there is something that warms this prickly tom's heart- and that is his beloved mate, Echofrost. Something about the molly has always chipped away at the ice in his blood. Cedar was devastated by the loss of four of his kits and is now very devoted and extremely interactive in the lives of his three living kits- Nightseeker, Lightrbinger, and Tulippetal. Cedarrift was born the only child of his now late mother, Yarrowfield, and he was a ferrous Momma's Boy and he keeps her memory alive proudly in the tender way he loves his mate and the ferocious way he protects his kits. Don't let that warm patch he has for his family fool you, this is a hardened Warrior who doesn't like anything that strays from 'the norm' or that offends the Warrior Code. I would take great care not to cross this bitter kitty. The only thing worse than his bark is his bite. || Unrelated to Goldenstar or Cloudclan. || Mates with Echofrost- father of her kits: Lightbringer, Nightseeker, and Tulippetal. || Senior Warrior. || Goldenstar. || ~Sandstrike- quite an unusual character, Sandstrike's origins aren't entirely known even still. He was born to a timid Queen named Yellowpetal and she always got incredibly uncomfortable when the father of her two-kit litter was ever mentioned. So the clan stopped asking her about it... but both of her kits- Sand and Sweet- have unusual markings and it's rumored their sire isn't Goldenclan born. Of the two, Sandstrike has always been ambitious and has sought validation and power virtually since kithood. He was always in trouble with his mentor and leaders alike for roughhousing too much or not obeying orders. Sand and Sweet faced a devastating blow when they were newly made Warriors and their mother was found dead outside of camp- the reason for her demise still unknown. A few moons later, Sweetfern fell ill with a fever. Sandstrike stayed by her as the illness ravaged her body and mind. Sweetfern recovered but has never been the same and her brother remains her keeper. There is a slow burn fire in his heart that contains something wicked he tries to push down but he can't hide from the ambition. He longs to be a leader and have Goldenclan for himself. His motives are his own and he keeps his secret well hidden. Apart from Sweethush, most cats know very little of Sandstrike's true personality. He is cunning, charming, and a master manipulator. He knows how to play others to fit his desires and nothing will stop him from getting what he wants. And it terrifies him. Sandstrike is a handsome cat, a soft sandy tom with white under-markings, paws, and a tufted tail tip. He has unusual gray and charcoal markings and patches of the same color over his eyes- of which the irises are a shining green. He's a conflicted creature but he holds three truths: he will make his Momma proud, will become a leader somehow, and he will do anything do keep Sweetfern safe. Those three things are not to be compromised. No matter what else gets in his way. || Warrior of Goldenclan. || Son of the late Yellowpetal and Paintedstar (of Inkclan). Brother and caretaker to Sweetfern. || Heterosexual. || Related to Cloudstar (he doesn't know it though). || Goldenstar. || ~Avenbraid- born in the heart of the two-leg town off the mountains, Aven was originally a luxuriously-owned kitty-pet named Ava. She was fed the greatest food (not even cat chow, but instead gently cooked waygu beef and fresh salmon) and slept on violet velvet pillows stuffed with only the finest goose down. She would sit in her sun-room in her human's mansion and watch the mysterious wild cats as they carried on their life in their cozy park. She studied them for months, making up stories for them and names so she could be part of their world. After returning from a trip to Italy with her owners, Ava noticed something had changed with her beloved wildlings. There were less of them and they all seemed sick and thin. She mourned for the struggle they felt and took it as her own, longing to help these strange cats she had never met. One day a week after returning, she was in the library when she noticed her owner had left the window open. And for the first time ever, Ava went outside- struck by curiosity and a desire to help. The crisp grass and cool wind resonated with her soul and she walked herself straight out of the wrought iron gate and never returned. She traveled for almost a day, getting lost in the fray of the wild and the endless jungle of streets and noise, to find her way to the abandoned playground. She had blisters on her paw pads and burrs in her fur when she finally found Goldenclan's camp. She found a scene there of death and destruction, only twenty cats remaining of the near seventy five that had once been. A terrible illness has ravaged their clan and had left those it didn't kill too weak to hunt or heal. A single cat- Stormlegend- seemed to be immune to the fever and was trying to feed and doctor her entire clan. Ava offered to help. It took moons of the two mollies working side by side, night and day, tirelessly in revolving cycles of endless shifts and non-stop vigilance to bring Goldenclan back from the brink of death. But they did. Once everyone had recovered, Ava planned to leave. But then they asked her to stay. And she did. Being renamed Avenbraid for her long, flowing fur and floral scent, she trained as a Medicine Cat briefly to help aid her clan but then switched to Warriorhood. She does one day dream of being a healer but knows that, for now, her clan needs her for something else. And she will do anything- anything- for her clan. Avenbraid, who still lovingly goes by 'Ava' a lot of the time- is a visually stunning she-cat. She has a base coat color of rich cream with a nearly iridescent pink hue. She has dark gray-violet specks across her body, the same color on her ears, and the toes on her left front paw are the same. Her irises are a bright, dreamy amber color a shade darker than honey. Ava is often seen with her long tail fur braided or with flowers woven in. She broke her kitty-pet collar (a triple-ring of tiny pearls plated in gold on a thin satin thread) and uses them to accessorize. Avenbraid is very kind and patient and has a motherly quality to her that makes her feel warm and trusting. She frequently smells of vanilla and sweet things and is always decorating the camp with pretty things she makes. Ava, though she seems pretty and fragile, is extremely independent and strong-willed. Once she has her mind set on something, she won't stop until she has it. || Formally a kitty-pet named Ava. || Former Medicine Cat. || Warrior. || Pansexual- spirit is everything to her. || Not related to Cloudstar of Cloudclan. || Theme song- Count on Me by Bruno Mars. || Goldenstar. || ~Wolftracker- a big, burly tom with an usual pelt. He isn't quite a Chimera, just more of a mismatched, thrown together mess of a cat. The left side of his body from his neck to mid-way up his tail is gray in three different tones. The paws on his left side are dark gray. The gray also carries over as a patch blanketing the right side of his face and ear. The right side of his body is tan and brown tabby stripes and so is the upper-end portion of his tail. The left side of his face is also brown tabby-patterned and his left eye is green and the right eye is blue. He is a colossal tom with coarse fur and an extra toe on each of his hind paws. Wolftracker has a deep, baritone voice and a muscle-bound body. He is known for his, well, tracking abilities and can find a rabbit across a wet moor or a mouse hidden under brush with virtually no effort and can do so in record time. Despite his appearance, with his scars and his size and his rugged face and deep voice, Tracker is a genuinely nice guy and is very hardworking. He doesn't judge others harshly, evident by the fact that his best friend was- and still is- his nursery-mate, Cloudweaver. Even though the toms are night and day, in appearance and in personality, Wolftracker is very proud of how Cloudweaver is so unapologetically himself. Any cat who stands up for what is in their heart is alright in his book. Wolftracker has endless patience but there is one thing to be said about him, if you ever do manage to piss him off?... Get out of his way. || Haredash's grandson. Related to Cloudstar of Cloudclan. || Heterosexual. || Goldenstar. || ~Whitetoes- an odd one to say the least, let's start with her appearance. Whitetoes, as you may have guessed, has... white toes. The rest of her body is a lovely compilation of gray swirling and brown patching. She also has a white under-belly, chest, throat, and muzzle as well as white patches on her ears, back, butt, and tail. Her fur is thick and full and she has a very fluffy tail- that she obsessively grooms. Her irises are a piercing violet color, something that generally runs thick in Cloudstar's bloodline but this she-cat has no blood with the Cloudclan founder, as she is only a second generation Goldenclanner- her parents having been born kitty-pets. Whitetoes is a peculiar she-cat with what Tundrastar calls an 'unbothered' nature. She doesn't really get angry or excited or scared. If we're just being plainly honest here, Whitetoes is the definition of mellow and it take a great deal of anything to upset her or whirl her emotions. It isn't that she doesn't feel, she just... well, doesn't... bother. Since losing both her parents due to Fire Fever, Whitetoes has become rather clingy with her only litter-mate and only living family, her brother- Treeclimber. He doesn't seem to mind too much but he can get a little snippy with her when she doesn't give him his personal space. || Asexual. Heteroromantic. || Treeclimber's sister. || Not related to Cloudstar. || Goldenstar. || ~Treeclimber- a handsome and energetic tom, Treeclimber is... very different from his sister and that's to say the least. He is known to be a chatter box and is a heavy socialite- always wanting to talk, flirt, or play. He, like his sister, is a soft-furred cat with a thick, full pelt and a long, fluffy tail. He has a cream base coat with gray-brown tabby markings on the right side of his face, cuffed around both of his front paws above his toes, covering his flanks, the upper portion of his tail, and cloaking his hind paws. He has freckles across his nose that many describe as- cute. Tree's left eye is a sky blue and the right eye is a syrupy, sunny yellow. Now, even though he genuinely loves his sister, how clingy she is with him can get on his nerves sometimes. Especially because Treeclimber is, well... kind of a player. It isn't that he intends to be that way- because it isn't I assure you. He just... really loves pretty she-cats and they just tend to find him really charming and love him back. Treeclimber has a 'face' he makes when he's flirting that his sister can't stand. He'll crinkle up his nose and stick out his tongue just a little and it makes mollies weak in the knees- and Whitetoes sick to her stomach. She just wishes he'd be a little more down to earth. Like... her. Y'know? || Heterosexual- poly if they're all down, ya dig? || Whitetoes' brother. || Not related to Cloudstar. || Goldenstar. || ~Echofrost- before the tragedy struck, Echofrost was known for a lot of things- her adventurous spirit, her ambition, and her heart. There was once a whisper that she may be a leader one day. That was... before the Fever, before the heartache. Echofrost fell head over heels in love with a much older Warrior, Cedarrift, when she was only an apprentice. Of course, seeing her as a silly kit, he didn't acknowledge her 'crush'. But when Echo became a Warrior and a formidable force in Goldenclan, Cedarrift had to admit that she was impressive. So they started talking. It wasn't long after than when they became official mates and then the joy of both their lives- she became pregnant. Echofrost was told from the beginning that her litter would be a touch on the big side but when she gave birth to seven kits as a first time mother, tragedy swung its mighty head. One of them was stillborn and three others died shortly after when the Fever hit. Echofrost snapped when her kits died and she became feverishly protective of the three that remained- Lightkit, Tulipkit, and Nightkit. Even still to this day as they are grown, she is extremely wary of them and is far too involved in the lives of her children- something that is overbearing and makes them nearly disdainful toward her. Echofrost isolated herself after her kits were born and didn't join back in the ranks of Warriorhood until her litter were nearly Warriors. She is very untrusting and fearful of others and associates and interacts with her mate and kits almost exclusively. Due to Cedarrift's conservative thinking, Echo now tends to be wary of outsiders and isn't much for cats who 'don't fit the mold'. As it is, Echofrost is not at all an unattractive cat. She is a long-furred, mostly white molly with soft cream ears, lower face mask, throat, and tail. Her eyes helped earn her, her name, the hues a stunning glacier green-blue color. || Mother of Lightbringer, Tulippetal, and Nightseeker. Mates with Cedarrift. || Not related to Cloudstar. || Goldenstar. || ~Cloudweaver- oh here is the conversation piece alright. Shall we get into it? Ever since Cloudweaver and his beloved sister- Skytrotter- have been born, they were doted on by their parents and had certain expectations around them. Their mother and father- Turtlesnap and Eagleleap- were "true blood Goldens" with history that runs back to the clan's foundation. Cloudweaver and Skytrotter, despite how close they are, are not litter-mates. Weaver is actually almost two years older than his sister, which came a surprise as both his mother and father were older Warriors when he was born. Eagleleap, their father, was already an Elder when Skykit was first born and Turtlesnap retired the day she became an Warrior. Not to say that either Cloud or Sky had a *bad* childhood, they didn't have bad parents. Turtle and Eagle were just both... distant. Eagle more so that Turtle, especially for Sky since he was so old when she was born. Eagleleap was just a hard tom and Sky was devastated when her father passed away when she was only a 'paw, for she felt like she could never make him proud. Cloudweaver, however, being the loving big brother that he was, filled the paternal role and became a father figure and constant beam of support for his baby sister. Turtlesnap, much more approachable than her mate had been, was kind and supportive but she was stern on one thing... her bloodline was proud and would always be proud and it needed to continue because it was such a source of power and grace for Goldenclan. Everyone had always been so jealous of Turtle and Eagle, having such "perfect" kits. Eh... That was until the day Cloudweaver blew it all to hell back when he was still a paw. Living so close to so many rogues and kitty-pets, there can be endless amounts of temptation. Breaking the Warrior Code was one thing but... Cloudpaw- at the time- made sure he burned it up. Four days before his Warrior ceremony, it was revealed that Cloud had been having an affair with a kitty-pet tom named Pierce and had even been sneaking out of camp at night to sleep with his lover in his two-leg nest. Punished for his sins, Cloudpaw's Warrior ceremony was delayed and he was confined to the camp on Elder Den Duty for almost a moon. After being granted release from his punishment, the first thing he did was go back to Pierce... but the tom wasn't there. In the amount of time he had been on lockdown, Pierce's two-legs had abruptly moved and taken their pet with him- leaving Cloud without even the ability to say goodbye. Cloudpaw was finally given his Warrior name but as he sat vigil for the camp, he cried the whole night true, bleeding out his broken heart. Skytrotter didn't find out about the crime her brother had committed until she was nearly an apprentice but she took it in stride and defended Cloudweaver furiously against all those who bashed him- including her mentor- Cedarrift, who absolutely hated Weaver. Not even a full year after Skytrotter became a Warrior, Turtlesnap passed away from the aftermath of Fire Fever. In her dying breath the old molly asked her kits to "bring honor back to their family and keep the bloodline going". Only problem is, Trot and Weaver both are very, very, very... gay. Apart from his past, Cloudweaver is a very devoted Warrior but his heart is still with Pierce, wherever he may be. He is still gossiped about but he doesn't let it bother him too much- he has a life too busy to be bothered by idle chatter. The only cat who's opinion matters to him now is his sister- and since she adores him and the two are as thick as honey- he's all set! The words of his mother's dying wish do haunt him and lay heavy in his spirit but it isn't something he likes to talk about much. It's too overwhelming. Cloudweaver is a handsome tom- taking mostly after his father- with a blue-gray coat that is thick and silky. He has white toes, a white underbelly, white chest, muzzle, and ears. He has white dapples at the ends of his eyes and a very fluffy, large white tail along with a white rear and white flecks along his back, shoulders, neck, and legs. He has Turtlesnap's olive green eyes. Cloudweaver is know for his optimism and high spirit and he is a favorite mentor choice of Wrenstar... much to the disagreement of a lot of Senior Warriors. But he'll never let it get him down. "It's not my fault I'm more fabulous than you. Get over it or get out of my way, hm? " Skytrotter and Cloudweaver wear ivy-vine bracelets on their front left paws and are known to pinky-promise each-other when giving secrets or making vows. They are each-other's everything and it's them against the world. Always has been, always will be. || Son of Eagleleap(deceased) and Turtlesnap(deceased). Brother to Skytrotter. || Oh so very gay. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 3, 2021 15:28:18 GMT -5
(I'll be on here in a bit, my loves.)
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Post by GryffinCry on Jun 3, 2021 18:51:57 GMT -5
(OH THERES NEW PEOPLE HERE HELLO) (Leafsong is not new. Think reallllllllly hard. She's an OG Cloudclanner too. Who is she?) (Leafsong is a super common name so I'm not sure honestly) (Welcome back though!)
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Post by GryffinCry on Jun 3, 2021 19:06:23 GMT -5
(If anyone else is down to start up a thread with me I'm 100% open!)
Chrissy
"I think I should be fine- but thank you." She grunted lightly as she rotated her shoulder, trying to break up the stiffness that gathered every night where her leg should have been. "I need to walk around and stretch my other legs out anyways." She popped her neck and shook her pelt off one more time before hopping up beside her mentor. "I think I'm ready to go- wait!" She twisted around and hurried over to the back, grabbing her own satchel in her teeth. Her and Arcticthunder had made theirs together and she liked to bring it with her every time they went out for herbs. "Okay now I am!" She huffed as she threw the green pouch over her shoulder.
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"Well today I was thinking we could check the elders for ticks- I believe I heard Mothfur complaining about the itching just yesterday. It's not the most fun chore in camp- but it's very necessary." She commented, glancing over towards the medicine cats den. Her heart dropped when she saw her daughter hop out besides Arcticthunder. She wished she could go and talk to her- but every time she did she ended up fussing over Firepaw and embarrassing her. "Why don't you go over before Arcticthunder leaves and ask for some mousebile."
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 6, 2021 22:59:42 GMT -5
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 7, 2021 3:31:33 GMT -5
(Got the Brotherhood explained. Below is the start to their allegiances. Tomorrow I will make JUST an allegiance page so I can keep track of them. Any of the cats with || Open || at the end are looking for someone to RP them. <3 I hope y'all pick one or two:
The Broken Brotherhood(The Brotherhood)- a band of former kitty-pets and rouges that run wild through the city of Grayson and they have lately been a nuisance for Goldenclan as they've settled close to their territory and often cause a ruckus on the riverbank. They are not an organized group at all and they don't follow the Warrior Code or any kind of outlining of rules. There is but one rule for them, and that's the Brotherhood is for life. Their current leader, Oriole, was a Goldenclan Warrior at one time named Oriolestripe. He fell in love with a kitty-pet who took interest in the dynamic of clan-life. He brought her to the Park so she could join and be with him but Wrenstar got a bad feeling about her and she wasn't allowed to join. Outraged by this, Oriolestripe attacked her and at the time- Wrenstar was pregnant- and Tundrastar lost his temper and nearly killed the tom, injuring him so badly that he lost his left eye. Oriole vowed to make a clan of his own that wouldn't have strict laws as clans do. Off he went, taking his mate with him. They've been gathering their numbers ever since and are now about twenty strong. Cats don't leave the Brotherhood- they get murdered if they try. Only one cat has ever managed to do it and that's because he got lucky and some humans adopted him. That would be Dice, one of the cats that lives in the two-leg nest off Golden Park. The Brotherhood, for the most part, where bandanas around their necks that help identify them- it's not a collar, because they aren't kitty-pets. But in general it keeps two-legs from thinking that they're strays... nobody assumes cats put accessories on themselves.
[Allegiances listed below. Don't be afraid to make a kitty for them!]
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~Oriole(Oriolestripe)- a leader of sorts, Oriole was originally a Goldenclan Warrior and a proud one at that. But, being so close to the kitty-pets that live off the park, he fell in love with one of the house-dwellers, his muse being a gorgeous calico named Tigress. Oriole, knowing how accepting Goldenclan is of outsiders, brought his beloved into the clan to be accepted so that they could be together. Unfortunately, Wrenstar got a bad feeling about the orange patched molly and rejected her request to join the clan. That sent Oriole into a frenzy and he attacked the leader- who was heavily pregnant with her first litter at the time. Tundrastar, enraged at the blatant disrespect shown to his mate, came at Oriole with a bitter rage and nearly killed him. The fight was so brutal that the Goldenclan leader actually swiped out Oriole's left eye. Oriole and Tigress were exiled, banned from the park, and marked as traitors and it was ordered that they be killed on sight... but Oriole knew nothing about the two-leg town and didn't know how to survive without a clan. So, he and Tigress began building their own. Drawing in other kitty-pets, loners, rogues, and lost souls, they created what they all The Broken Brotherhood and it is a mostly lawless group of felines lead by Oriole and Tigress who rule whatever land they want by tooth and claw. And fear. As a Warrior, Oriolestripe was always... ambitious. He may have been a good fit for leader at one point but rather or not that was lost on who he is now, it's hard to say. As the rightful leader of The Brotherhood, Oriole does rule by fear but it isn't just his brawns that you should be worried about. This is one smart cat. Oriole is a handsome tom, being a dark orange-red color with black stripes that twist in his pelt like a swirling pattern. He has a white under-belly, white under-tail, white backings to his legs, a white chest, throat, and muzzle. His ears are black and he has a black stripe running from his nose all the way down his back to the tip of his tail. He also has two black, swirl-like patterns under his eyes- of which, the one that remains is a dangerous amber color. He is extremely aggressive and self-driven and the only thing he prioritizes with some actual emotion, are his mate and kits. Stay on his side or get out of his way. Because he used to be a Goldenclan Warrior, Oriole has basic training in healing and he uses that to keep the Brotherhood healthy now that he is outside the sanctity of the clan. || Formerly of Goldenclan. || Mates with Tigress. Father to her kits: Speckle(first litter- Warrior aged), Vixen(first litter- Warrior aged), Tanner(second litter- Warrior aged) Tara(second litter- Warrior aged), Sparky(third litter- Apprentice aged), Shadow(third litter- apprentice aged), Phantom(third litter- apprentice aged), Fern(fourth litter- kit aged), Russet(fourth litter- kit aged), Ember(fourth litter- kit-aged). Adopted father to her unborn kits by Leech- ... || Bandana color- crimson and black. || Goldenstar. ||
~Tigress- beautiful, charming, and oh so manipulative, Tigress has always been one to sly her way into getting what she wants. When she was a kitten in an animal shelter with her hoard of litter-mates, she would always stand upside down on her head in front of the cage when two-legs were around. The cute display got her attention and she realized the more adorable she could appear, the more humans would want her. It didn't take her long to get adopted and she was easily the first to go. She was content as a kitty-pet and enjoyed sucking up to her owners in order to get treats, toys, and affection. She knew not to misbehave because being good would benefit her more. She even learned tricks to get her extra scoops of wet food in her bowl at night. The most honest and genuine thing she probably has ever done would be... falling in love with Oriole. His ambition and charm absolutely struck her and she had admitted that she had met her match. When she found out she was pregnant with their first litter- Speckle and Vixen, she was desperate to get out of her two-leg nest, for Tigress knew that humans rehome kittens after they're weaned from their mother's milk. She was absolutely sure that she could charm her way into the ranks of Goldenclan, except... Wrenstar saw right through her and denied her sanctuary. After Oriole attacked Wrenstar and they were both vanished from the Park, she and her mate worked together to form something better, something greater than even the clans of Oriole's ancestors. And so... the Brotherhood was born. Even though Tigress is very much in love with and devoted to her mate, he does approve of her using her good looks and incredible charm to their advantage... when need be. In order for them to have gotten Leech and his crew to join the Brotherhood under Oriole, Tigress agreed to something radical... to mother a litter of kits by Leech and also treat him as her mate. Of course, knowing that his pretty Tiger still loved him, Oriole agreed to this, the deal was struck, and the kits are to be conceived as soon as her last litter is weaned, and the Brotherhood gained seven new, strong members. It was perfect. As for her looks, Tigress is a pretty calico molly with medium length fur. Her base color is a rich cream and she has black and orange tabby accents. The left side of her face is black, so is a patch on her lower back, the tip of her tail, her hind right paw, the toes on her left front foot, two toes on her hind left paw, and the cuff of the ankle on her right front foot. She has orange tabby ears, right side of her face, her rear and the majority of her tail, the toes on her front right paw, cuff of the ankle on her left front paw, and two toes on her hind left paw. She has a few, sporadic orange and black specks across her body. Tigress is a small she-cat with a fine, petite build but her body is cloaked in lean muscle and she isn't to be underestimated, but between you and me, her true credit is her cunning wit. Finally, Tigress has sharp, dangerous, intelligent green eyes. She is very petty, conniving, and revenge and goal driven. The only things she really has warmth for are her two mates and her kits. She not really in love with Leech but she can tolerate him much more than she originally thought she could and for that, at least there is some credit to be owed. || Formerly a kitty-pet owned by David and Wes Ryder. || Mates with Oriole and Leech. Mother to their kits: Speckle(first litter- Warrior aged), Vixen(first litter- Warrior aged), Tanner(second litter- Warrior aged) Tara(second litter- Warrior aged), Sparky(third litter- Apprentice aged), Shadow(third litter- apprentice aged), Phantom(third litter- apprentice aged), Fern(fourth litter- kit aged), Russet(fourth litter- kit aged), Ember(fourth litter- kit-aged). Mother to unborn (not yet conceived kits by Leech- ... || Bandana color- sage green. || Goldenstar. ||
~Leech- a tom that just, in general, hates the whole damn world, this a cat who was abused by humans since the day he was born. The runt of his litter, Leech was adopted solely to be tortured. He has his paws glued to the floor, his whiskers burnt, and so many incredible horrors that it doesn't seem real that he survived. But he did. And now... we're here. When Leech got away from his captors, some cats came with him and they have been a little band of a family that he took care of for years. Streetwise and human savvy, Leech learned how to navigate Grayson with his eyes closed and there isn't a road in or out of the city he doesn't know. He is very direct and isn't super intelligent when it comes to actually thinking but he is incredible when it comes to nature instinct and well... common sense. Poor Leech, well... is not at all an attractive cat. He is long and lanky with thin legs and big ears. He looks like someone stretched a shaggy, coarse, ugly brown rug over a cat skeleton, sewed some of the patches of fur in place, and called it a day. He has long toes, a long muzzle, and a long tail that is thin and curls up in an eerie way when he is excited. Leech, no matter how well fed he is or isn't, always looks like he is one meal away from starving to death and you can usually see all of his ribs at any given time. He is a gangly, morbid looking creature with short, rough, bristle-like fur that is the color of mud with darker, earth-toned lash-like patterns that are very uneven and ugly. He has tattered ears, a scarred muzzle, a marred pelt, and what few whiskers he does still have are short, kinky, and black. His eyes are a hazy, milky blue-gray-green-bog like color and many cats assume he is blind from how his pupils themselves are dark gray but Leech can see just fine, I assure you. He met Oriole and Tigress on a chance encounter and he had never set eyes on anything as beautiful as Tigress in his entire life. Oriole wanted him and his family of a few stragglers to join his cause and Leech didn't mind the idea of extra security... but he wanted something in return and was elated when he got what he wanted- Tigress as his mate with the promise of something he has wanted his entire life- children. Leech is not necessarily an evil cat... he is just simple minded and doesn't mind at all the follow-the-leader role he now lives in under Oriole's command. Security, safety, and satisfaction are the only things he has ever longed for and now that he has all of those things, he won't easily let them get away from him. No matter what it takes to prevent that from happening. || Kind of co-leads the Brotherhood and even still, those who followed him before tend to listen to him more than Oriole. || Former kitty-pet. || Mates with Tigress. Father to her unborn kits. || Bandana color- faded rusty red. || Goldenstar. ||
Speckle(first litter- Warrior aged)- short furred, mostly cream colored calico with orange and black dappling. Soulful teal eyes. || Daughter of Oriole and Tigress. || Open. ||
Vixen(first litter- Warrior aged)- a long-furred, burnt orange colored she-cat with black legs, black tail-tip, black ears, and black cheek fur. She has white shading around her eyes, muzzle, and two streaks on her cheeks- one under each eye. Irises are a honey amber. || Daughter of Oriole and Tigress. || Open. ||
Tanner(second litter- Warrior aged)- dark ginger tom with darker colored socks on his front feet, hind left foot, hind right toes, ears, and muzzle. Large ginger stripes and a faded white under-tail. Olive green eyes. || Son of Oriole and Tigress. || Open. ||
~Tara(second litter- Warrior aged)- a beautiful she-cat with a cream base, ginger and paler ginger swirling on the back half of her body and on her ears. Umber colored front legs and a patch over her right eye- stormy, teal-colored irises. || Daughter of Oriole and Tigress. || Goldenstar. ||
~Sparky(third litter- Apprentice aged)- handsome orange ginger tom with darker orange tabby markings, occasional black and white markings, white paws, bright green eyes. || Son of Oriole and Tigress. || Goldenstar. ||
Shadow(third litter- apprentice aged)- edgy mostly-black tom with medium length fur. Ginger tail-tip, back and shoulder patches, and dashes under eyes. Irises are a stunning dark yellow. || Son of Oriole and Tigress. || Open. ||
~Phantom(third litter- apprentice aged)- stunning mostly pale ginger tom with darker markings. The left side of his face is white and he has a white dash under his right eye. White toes on his left paw, white throat, chest, and under-belly. Muddy hazel eyes. || Son of Oriole and Tigress. || Goldenstar. ||
Fern(fourth litter- kit aged)- black calico she-cat with rather large, bright orange patches. Whites toes on all four paws, white under-belly, white chest, and white muzzle. Bright green eyes. || Daughter of Oriole and Tigress. || Open. ||
Russet(fourth litter- kit aged)- pretty, dark ginger she-cat with a white lower half of her body- paws, stomach, 90% of her tail, and hind legs. She has unusual white rosettes on just her rear flank. White nose blaze. Crystal blue eyes. || Daughter of Oriole and Tigress. || Open. ||
~Ember(fourth litter- kit-aged)- pretty calico she-cat with a snowy white base. She has black paws on all four feet, a rare black underbelly, black tail-tip, black right side of her face(including her ear), and her left cheek is black. She has a fluffy orange chest, orange left ear, a black spot in the center of her tail, orange haze over her rear, rear flank, and thighs, and crystal blue eyes. || Daughter of Oriole and Tigress. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 7, 2021 20:40:15 GMT -5
(Hi, hi, hi.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 8, 2021 1:30:34 GMT -5
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2021 12:50:27 GMT -5
|| Sablepaw || @goldenstar "Don't be intimidated by him. He's a good Warrior. And very, very kind. Just do your best!"
The young tom's chest swelled with determination at her words. Compared to last time, he didn't actually try and dodge the draw of her tongue over his ear; actually, it was more welcomed than anything -- though he wouldn't admit it -- as it helped to quell the nerves within.
"No, nothing new for the start of it. We'll go over basics and just review what you already know. You're quick on your feet and you're a good strategist- I want to showcase that."
That tail of his kinked high over his back at the compliments, a prideful expression ghosting across haughty caramel hues. She was right; he had no reason to be nervous. It never hurt to hear it rolling off another cat's tongue, though.
"Yes, mock battle practice... but I want you to use your claws this time. I won't be using mine. I want him to really see what you can do."
"I won't disappoint you." He promised with a sharp nod, before darting after the she-cat as she took off in the direction of the training area.
"...Follow your instincts and stop getting tangled in your own mind like a fly in a spiderweb!"
The voice drifted towards them as they neared, and there was no mistaking Sandstrike's sharp tone. Instinctively, the tom cat's ears flattened. The older tom's presence never seemed to fail at rubbing his fur the wrong way and hearing his words thrown at another cat that could only be Rosepaw left his blood boiling in annoyance. Sure enough, any excitement and determination he had felt moments ago as he chased after his mentor, feeling his limbs stretch satisfyingly with each and every lunge forward through the grass, had vanished like dew in the summer air. Instead, it was replaced with a rather sour expression upon his marbled brown features.
"I'm trying!"
The desperate mew of the fellow 'paw greeted his ears and, soon, caramel hues spotted the features -- and the glittering gaze of the young she-cat's mentor as he took in the sight of Avenbraid. Gross. The tom cat forced back the need to gag at the sight. I'd say he was trying to at least keep a respectful look on his face, but, lets face it, Sablepaw had never been the type of tom to mask his emotions. The most he could do was keep his fur lying flat. The young tom instead turned his attention to his den-mate, touching his nose to her own ear in turn. "Avenbraid said Tundrastar may show up; ready to impress him?" He drawled with a twinkle in his eye.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted his mentor prepping herself for the sparring lesson and his paws begun to itch with anticipation. || Priss / Bell || @goldenstar
"I've never thought about being anything but 'starling'. It fits me well enough. I hope I have a pretty Warrior name and I'm not like... Starlingfur or Starlingbeak or something like that. Something too plain or too strange... That's awful though, isn't it?"
The she-cat blinked at that. That last question couldn't help but strike her as strange. Perhaps she didn't understand them well enough to know why; sure, she understood the basic gist of the clan cats' lives, but past that, she was oblivious. All of their customs seemed...strange. She had heard about them every now and then from the other kitty-pets in her area, but she had never had the interest to actually pay much attention. She never saw a point. She had been happy and content with her life; no desire to venture out past her yard ever springing to life within her chest.
Truthfully, she had wished she'd paid more attention to Willow's words by the time she found herself abandoned in that cardboard box, frightened and alone.
"I wouldn't think of that as awful." The former kitty-pet mewed, pushing herself into a sitting position. One dainty paw pressed her tail down, allowing her to crane her neck far enough to begin nibbling at a fairly stubborn tangle in her tail fur. "It's what you'll go by the rest of your life. Of course, you wouldn't want to go by a name you didn't like." '-or like no more.' The thought sprung to life within her mind, causing blue bell hues to narrow in her determination to rid her tail of the tangle. Finally, she was able to lick the fur flat, but a bitter taste seemed to continue to hang within her mouth. Why should she keep that name when they didn't even want to keep her? Her tail lashed subconsciously.
"Now, Miss Bell,"
Starlingpaw's words snapped her from her mind, blue hues lighting with surprise when the young cat started to help with her grooming. Bell. The name pierced her thoughts once more. Yes... Yes, she liked the sound of that. Certainty dawned within as she blinked thankfully in the apprentice's direction. Bell it would be.
"it'll be good for you to get some fresh air... and easier for me to change your bedding if you're not laying in it. Why don't we get you all cleaned up then go outside? I'll be right with you the entire time and I can show you around... it may make you feel better..."
The she-cat bit back an amused purr, attempting to hide the discomfort that seeped into her features at the idea. "You're a stubborn one, aren't you?" Yet, she couldn't help but stiffen as she felt another squirm from within; almost as if her unborn kits themselves were even agreeing to the idea. Surely...it wouldn't be a terrible idea to clear her head. While she didn't have much of an appetite, she couldn't ignore the painfully dry feeling of her throat as she spoke; hearing the raspiness of her voice brought her folded ears flattening as much as they possibly could in their state.
"Just trust me, hm? You'll be fluffy and shiny and new in no time. Just be wary of the mulch- it'll snare in your belly fur."
"Fine, if you insist." She finally drawled. Finishing up her grooming with a few last tedious licks, the she-cat hauled herself to her paws. Despite her instincts screaming at her not to, she stepped out of her nest, ignoring the stiffness of her joints as she moved. "I guess the bedding is getting uncomfortable, anyways. Or it could just be that these kits won't stop moving around."
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 10, 2021 15:41:22 GMT -5
Cass<3
At the mention of Tundrastar possibly seeing her train, the little bit of color that was in Rosepaw's ears and nose drained and she shook her head, looking down at her paws. She flicked back her ears in nervousness and raised her head to meet Sablepaw's gaze but she barely made eye contact with him. "No, I don't think I'm ready. What if I mess up and Sandstrike makes me out to be a fool? Or what if I-I just freeze and Tundrastar realizes how useless I am and he doesn't think I'm fit to be a Warrior?..." "I think we should work with each-other's apprentices first," Avenbraid said to Sandstrike, just loud enough so the paws could hear her. "That way I can tell you Rosepaw's strengths and weaknesses and you can tell me Sables'. It's harder to point out what they need to work on when we work with it every day." "Rosepaw has no strengths. She's clumsy, she's insecure, and she's slow," Sandstrike growled and the pretty red and maroon apprentice deflated, nearly sinking into the sand. She hung her head and Avenbraid lashed her tail in aggravation. "Every cat has a strength, Sandstrike. You just may be blind to it." With an icy glare at the yellow and gray-patterned tom, she turned on her paws and stormed across the beach toward the apprentices. She nosed Rosepaw's ear softly. "Come on, let's go. Sablepaw," the Warrior held her apprentice's stare evenly. "Don't hold back. Show him what you can do. Keep your claws out. If he uses his... let me know." The cold ferocity in Avenbraid's voice was something that was very much unlike her. She used her braided tail to guide Rosepaw a few squirrel-lengths away from Sandstrike and the two turned to face one another, Rosepaw keeping her ears flat to her head and her tail fluffed up in embarrassment. Sandstrike snorted hot air through his nostrils and lashed his long tail back and forth, his sharp green eyes raking over Sablepaw as if the handsome tom was a piece of prey rather than a fellow feline. "Come on then. Let's see if you're more formidable than my apprentice. I'm sure you are though. That's not something that's hard to accomplish." Sandstrike turned his back on Sablepaw and curled his tail around his paws, the white tuft at the end tapping gently against the warm grains of sand. "Whenever you're ready- claws out, let's go." ~ Starlingpaw visibly brightened when Bell seemed to unthaw and began to groom herself. The stiff movements of her limbs worried her but the apprentice, like all cats in Goldenclan now that were apprentice-aged and up, had studied a bit of medicine and she knew that movement and work were the best things for tired, sore joints and extremities. You're a stubborn one, aren't you? Starlingpaw glowed a bit with pride and puffed out her chest and a slow purr rumbled from her chest when the Queen pushed to her paws. "Extremely. Tundrastar says it's one of my better traits." She gave Bell's cheek a thoughtful lick then spun on her paws and began to lead the pretty, mostly-clean molly from her confinements in the nursery. Starlingpaw walked quickly but made sure to look back over her shoulder, as if she was afraid that Bell would retreat back to the familiar quiet of the Queen's keep. But when the bright day welcomed them and mulch, soft and worn, crunched lightly under-paw, the apprentice fell back to pad at Bell's side. "We enter the playground- our camp, by padding up the ramp but you can climb up any part of it if you're brave enough. It's all wooden and since the two-legs don't maintain it, the surface is rough and is very easy for claws to catch on." The apprentice lashed her tail excitedly and began to walk, waving her tail to Mothfur and Sweetfern who were bathing in the warm sun. The old Goldenclan molly flicked her ear warmly in greeting as the two she-cats passed by and Sweetfern offered a kit-like wave. "Mothfur is a retired Warrior," Starlingpaw told Bell with a note of mirth to her tone. "She's very kind and quite spirited. I think you should try and make friends with her once you've settled in more. You'd two get along beautifully, I just know it. And the molly next to her, the odd one with the lavender fur- that's Sweetfern. She's probably about your age but she has brain damage from the Fever so she lives with the Elders now and they take care of her."
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Post by Deleted on Jun 10, 2021 17:11:38 GMT -5
|| Sablepaw || @goldenstar "No, I don't think I'm ready. What if I mess up and Sandstrike makes me out to be a fool? Or what if I-I just freeze and Tundrastar realizes how useless I am and he doesn't think I'm fit to be a Warrior?..."
The tom-cat's gaze narrowed at her words. "Don't worry about that," he mewed, keeping his voice low. "Trust me. If he tries that, it won't be you Tundrastar will be looking at." A small smirk tugged upon his maw before it fell to a scowling expression once more. "Besides, if you mess up, it wouldn't look too great on him either, would it?"
"I think we should work with each-other's apprentices first,"
Sablepaw's caramel hues snapped towards his mentor, straightening up instantly at her words as she approached, unable to hide the flash of dismay that glinted within, even if just for a brief second. Yet, his gaze shifted back to his fellow 'paw, perhaps that was for the best. The tom couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the she-cat. His mentor worked to instill confidence into his already prideful self; but it seemed all hers did was aim to tear her down.
"That way I can tell you Rosepaw's strengths and weaknesses and you can tell me Sables'. It's harder to point out what they need to work on when we work with it every day.""
Holding back a resigned huff, the apprentice simply accepted that this was definitely happening. He was being paired with him.
"Rosepaw has no strengths. She's clumsy, she's insecure, and she's slow,"
And then he heard that. Instantly, the young tom's fur begun to spike, grinding his teeth down hard upon eachother to keep from snapping an ill-mannered retort. No. Let Avenbraid handle it. That's what his mind was telling him; yet his instincts were screaming to make a run and try and shred the tom's ears; even if it meant having to do a moon's worth of demeaning chores for doing so.
"Every cat has a strength, Sandstrike. You just may be blind to it."
Of course, she handled it with much more tact; something he had yet to pick up from her. He couldn't deny the fact that Sandstrike was obviously beginning to get underneath her skin as well. Defensiveness swelled within the prideful tom's chest and he expelled a sharp breath. He would be surprised if he managed to get done with today without trouble.
"Sablepaw,"
At that point, Sablepaw found it hard to break his gaze away from the warrior, haughty caramel hues darting back and forth as he couldn't seem to determine whether to continue glaring his direction or trying to at least somewhat uphold Avenbraid's steady gaze.
"Don't hold back. Show him what you can do. Keep your claws out. If he uses his... let me know."
Avenbraid's words just barely broke through Sablepaw's mind as he glared upon the older tom, but, despite his irritation at Sandstrike, he was respectful enough to acknowledge his mentor's words with a flick of his ears. His pride, however, had other plans. If this arrogant fleaball expected him to shy away behind his mentor like a pathetic mewling kit because of his claws, that was the last thing the mottled brown apprentice would let happen. In fact, the discomfort he felt towards using his claws in this training session suddenly vanished--tremendously.
"Come on then. Let's see if you're more formidable than my apprentice. I'm sure you are though. That's not something that's hard to accomplish."
A low grumble built deep in the back of Sablepaw's throat--whether it was simply him muttering or a bit back growl was debatable. The young tom flattened his ears, obviously not pleased with this pairing. Unless that cat was Avenbraid or Goldenclan's leaders, he wasn't exactly the best at taking orders from any cat--and especially not ones that obviously riled him up. Lashing his tail as much as the stub could really allow, he stalked to line up with the tom from the other side of the clearing.
"Whenever you're ready- claws out, let's go."
"Don't worry," the apprentice muttered below his breath, "you don't have to tell me twice. That's an order I'll gladly follow."
For a brief moment, the tom simply took a steadying breath. Then, he eyed his opponent down where he sat, tail curled around his paws, staring back at him. It was almost insulting; the way he didn't even prep himself for the sparring session. The sight of him simply eying him down like he was nothing but prey left his blood boiling. All he could think to do was let that be what drove him. Dropping down into an attack crouch, the tom bunched his muscles tighter underneath him, claws sliding out to dig into the warm sand under paw. Briefly, he thought back to the moves they had been practicing when they arrived. With a final shift of his weight, the apprentice sprung forward, diving at the tom head on. It wasn't until he drew near that he side-stepped in his dash, lashing out to rake his claws at Sandstrike's side.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2021 10:46:46 GMT -5
|| Bell || @goldenstar "Extremely. Tundrastar says it's one of my better traits."
Bell couldn't help the purr of amusement that escaped her at the young she-cat's proud boast, though it sounded rather hoarse as it rose from the back of her throat. "I've found that stubbornness comes in handy a lot." She grunted in return, slowly following after the apprentice. -Until it leaves you refusing to accept what's right in front of your nose. Bell shook her head to clear the cobwebs of thought threatening to cling tight. Instead, she focused on the feeling of the ground underneath her soft paw pads as she walked. Blue bell hues squinted underneath the harsh sunlight as they stepped out into the open, finding a splitting pain in her head quick to follow. All too quickly was she reminded of how long she had held herself up in the dark confines of the Queen's keep. For a moment, she paused, blinking rapidly to help her gaze adjust as the pain subsided and she could finally take in her surroundings. For one who knew nothing but the inside of her twoleg's territory for so long, everything seemed bizarre and new. Inwardly, she couldn't help but realize how dazed she must have been when she first arrived, hardly remembering anything that she was taking in.
Inwardly, she felt her tense muscles begin to relax.
Something about it was quaint. Homey. ...Comfortable.
Bell paused, looking down at the mulch, soft and worn, underneath her paw, warmed by the sun. Intrigument ignited in her features, especially as she began to zone in on the apprentice's words.
"We enter the playground- our camp, by padding up the ramp but you can climb up any part of it if you're brave enough. It's all wooden and since the two-legs don't maintain it, the surface is rough and is very easy for claws to catch on."
"'If you're brave enough,'" the queen echoed, casting a questioning glance in her direction. "Have you ever been brave enough, then, Starlingpaw?" The kitty-pet queried, tail tip flicking lightly. "Judging by your excitement, I'd guess so." It was as she finished her comment that her gaze caught sight of the other cats nearby, visibly stiffening with discomfort. After hardly being surrounded by cats for most of her life past her kithood, she still hadn't gotten used to how...big the clan was. Shaking out her fur, the queen regained her composure, gaze shifting to the apprentice at her side.
"Mothfur is a retired Warrior, She's very kind and quite spirited. I think you should try and make friends with her once you've settled in more. You'd two get along beautifully, I just know it. And the molly next to her, the odd one with the lavender fur- that's Sweetfern. She's probably about your age but she has brain damage from the Fever so she lives with the Elders now and they take care of her."
The Fever. That had been the second time now she had heard it mentioned, yet something kept her from prodding any further on the topic. Considering what she'd heard, she'd guess it was sore topic to even bring up for the clan. Briefly, she had to wonder--was it something that would return? Her short tail tucked as close as it could to her flank at the thought, mind drawn to her unborn kits once more.
"...Maybe some other time." She finally mumbled, blinking in the two she-cats' direction with a gentle yet guarded expression. Instinctively, she drew closer to the younger apprentice as they walked. "...How many cats are in the clan?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2021 9:46:41 GMT -5
Monarchflutter (Flutter) - Monarchflutter has a very broad, sturdy build with long flowing fur and a significantly long feathered tail. Much like her fur, her features are soft in nature, framed by feathery cheek tufts and tied together with small folded ears. Her fur consists of varying shades of diluted grey and brown, separated by thick strokes of black appearing almost ink-like as it traces through her fur. In a sense, this strange 'ink' like pattern is where she gets her prefix, Monarch-, as it resembles a butterfly's wings where black strikes through vibrant color at varying degrees and angles, creating a gorgeous painting within nature. Thick black strokes along her features pulls the eye upwards to gorgeous cherry red optics that quite literally provide a window to this she-cat's soul. Gentle and loving and a pacifist at heart, there is never a moment when Flutter wouldn't rather use words over claws. Truthfully, the idea of drawing blood alone doesn't come easy to her; leaving the contents of her stomach tossing and turning with a nauseating cocktail of emotions. She has a solid standing when it comes to her morals and can be very stubborn when pushed upon them, especially regarding the aforementioned use of claws. Truthfully, one would assume she'd rather allow a cat rip out her throat before she'd harm them; but that actually is not a case. While she provides multiple opportunities for the situation to de-escalate, when push does come to shove--especially if loved ones are in danger--she'll shove this desire aside; but only on her terms. She won't allow another cat to make that decision for her. Due to her former nomadic lifestyle, Flutter is a very independent she-cat and knowledgeable when it comes to hunting, scrounging, and dealing with herbs. She is most interested in the more psychological aspects of life and is always willing to poke and prod regarding further insight into another cat's behavior, especially to try and help them. || Daughter of Harmony & an unknown tom || Despite the fact that she actually does groom her fur often, it never fails to get cluttered up with leaves and most certainly mulch. Unfortunately for her, she's a magnet for the messy. || Bisexual || Warrior || Nope! Her entrance into the clan is being plotted out as we speak <3 || FelineArtsy || CAG || And ofc, I feel obligated to provide pictures because this design is an absolute dreamie and just <3 Yes: CTD: Veloci278 CTL: PastelMangoo CTA: Waluichi
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Post by cowbird on Jun 14, 2021 12:23:52 GMT -5
Chris
Ravenpaw blinked as the dark-legged cream warrior bounded over to him, her ever-enthusiastic personality holding up as well as ever. The dark gray tom sighed inwardly as the senior warrior yattered on, detailing her morning and what they were going to do today he assumed. Not that Ravenpaw had a constant habit of ignoring his mentor- she was in charge of his training after all and her insight as one of the most experienced warriors in the Clan was extremely helpful though he’d never let her know that- but he, like her brother Foxslayer, was currently trying to do, had learned often when to block out her err, less important talk pieces. When the four had settled, Ravenpaw turned his gaze back to his mentor, doing his best to plaster a pleasant look. “Of course. What will we be doing today?”
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“...yeah the kits are growing very well. Your mother is-” Cinderfrost looked up from meal he was sharing with his oldest adopted son and pricked his ears when he saw Stormlegend and Leafwatcher trotting over to them. He was pleased to see how well his clanmates looked- the Fire Fever was several seasons in the past of their great Clan but the terrible effects it had on everyone who survived went deeper than physical pain and loss of life. Before the noble warrior could answer however, Moosepelt lept to his paws, ears erect and eyes shining. Like his namesake, he was a behemoth of a cat. Standing taller than anyone beside Tundrastar himself and large, hard paws and wide set shoulders that rippled with every movement his young body did. He had been a warrior for not yet two seasons and patrolling wasn't nearly as fun as hunting was for him but it wasnt every day the Clan deputy and a medicine cat asked you to join a patrol. Wiping the few stray feathers on his muzzle with the sipe of one paw he nodded fervently, much to the amusement of his father.
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The GoldenClan camp was full and bright as the Clanmates laid around in the midday sun, enjoying the warmth of the sun rays and the comforts of each other as the weather became more acceptable and pleasant. By the elders' den, Snowstorm and his fellow retired warriors stood outside their nests and were watching the new litters of kits bundle about and chase each other's tails.
“Can you believe that at some point that was us?” The crackling rasp was from Snowstorm, one of the elders as he gazed amusingly at the clan’s youngest members. He looked to his side to Mothfur as Eggkit streaked back towards the nursery, calling for Finchkit as he ran. “The way my bones feel these moons it's odd that at one point I spent my days playing tag and pouncing the tail.”
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On the other side of camp and the age spectrum, the apprentices were chatting about their training and whatnot. Well, most of them were at least. Coolpaw was crouched by a tree stump, his eyes darting back and forth between the groups several tail lengths and the pretty white she-cat beside him. He was normally never this anxious or jittery but Coolpaw felt that he had to confide in someone about his secret and who better that Tulippaw, the kindhearted denmate who had always been his shoulder to lean on when his sad moments came around? He looked up at her now and smiled nervously. “I… gosh this is so weird and im kaing it worse arent I? Maybe I shouldn't… oh well too late now.” He took a deep breath and shut his eyes as he mumbled, “IthinkIhaveacrushonLightpaw.”
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 16, 2021 17:29:03 GMT -5
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Sandstrike's pupils narrowed and he flicked back one his ears, having heard a portion of what the apprentice had said under his breath. He honed in on the chocolate and tan tom's paws as he raced across the sand. He didn't expect the twist in his step though and the collision from the side caught him off guard. It wasn't until Sablepaw's thorn-like claws caught Sandstrike's side that he registered the move. Sandstrike hissed in discomfort from the scratches, small lines of blood welling along his flank, and he slid down into a crouch and rolled over on his back. In a flash, he wriggled under the apprentice, his ears pinned back in concentration. He used his powerful hind legs to pummel and kick Sable in his belly, trying to overthrow him and unbalance him. "You're fast," he commented with a note of surprise in his voice. Sandstrike's green eyes glinted a bit with mischief. "Now what's next, smart guy?" ~ At her question, Starlingpaw stumbled a bit. She looked back over her shoulder with a slight sadness to her eyes. "There used to be a lot more in the clan than this, Bell. A lot more... Goldenclan has thrived in its time in the park. We used to be nearly a hundred strong- something we took great pride in, as Cloudclan- our founder and main source of kin- have well over three hundred cats..." Starlingpaw flicked one of her feathery ears. "Now, there's about half of that. So around fifty ish? A lot of us are 'paws though or kits. Tundrastar says we've been blessed this season with new life... lots of kittens in the nursery." Using her tail, Starlingpaw began to guide Bell through the mulch, showing her some of the two-leg trinkets that existed in it- the slide, the swings, the merry-go-round. "And yes, I climbed up the wall of the high tower when I was a kitten and fell. I don't remember it much but Arcticthunder says I'm lucky to have survived. Guess I landed in the snow and it broke my fall." ~ Tulippaw, focused on the hunt, took one careful, measured step. Her tail brushed the ground as she drew closer and closer still to her prey. The little mouse lifted its head but it caught her scent too soon. The next moment she was airborne and within an instant she had landed on the vermin and killed it. She said a quick thanks to Starclan, collected the mouse by its tail, and turned on her paws. She headed over to a mossy log and retrieved another mouse and also a squirrel. She looked at her hoard and tilted her head. How would she carry them all? "I'll come back for the squirrel," she decided, as it was a little on the heavy side, and she picked up the two mice by their tails and headed on swift paws back toward the camp. --- Abe
"Battle training!" Ferretfur burst out, taking the lead of the patrol. "Avenbraid and Sandstrike are down at the river with their apprentices and Tundrastar may be assessing them so I don't want to bother." "We'll be practicing in a clearing in the forest," Foxslayer replied in his usual grumpy, gravely voice as he and his sister padded along, shoulder to shoulder. "Hope you young bucks are ready. We're not gonna go easy on ya today." ~ (I think it would be fitting if Moose was taller than Tundra and Ace. He's just this huge hunk of cat. I love him so much already. <3) Stormlegend purred a bit with amusement, the tip of her bobbed tail twitching. "Very well... we must be vigilant with the Brotherhood about. They've been quiet lately but I won't expect that to last and star's know that we don't need more trouble in the park. Come, come. We better not waste the daylight, as Foxslayer says." Turning on her heels, the she-cat took off at a brisk walking pace toward the parking lot on the other side of the tall grass. Leafwatcher fell in beside the two Warriors, limping slightly from her scarred paw, as she kept pace with them. "Lovely day to be out!" she commented warmly, always the positive voice for any situation she was in. "A lot of the apprentices are training today." ~ "It's just the hard winter that has you talking that way," Mothfur purred warmly to her den-mate as she licked the space between his ears. "You're as chipper as a buck, Snowstorm. Give yourself more credit. I heard Tundrastar talking about the meeting this morning. Would you like to go this time? It may be good for you to stretch your paws and it isn't too far..." she lowered her voice a bit so that the oldest member of Goldenclan- who was dozing gently in the warm sun- wouldn't hear her. "Deerspirit has requested to go... I think if she makes the journey to the Valley she may stay there. I think my heart will burst to see her face when she walks through the entrance for the first time... so many of us old souls, we've waited a long time to see Cloud Valley. I won't easily miss it." ~ Tulippaw, who was cleaning sand and mulch from between her toes, froze, and looked up at the fellow apprentice with wide, glittering green eyes. " Lightpaw? My mangy brother?" at first, Tulippaw clearly thought that Coolpaw was joking. But then she realized from the distressed look on his face that he was quite serious. She tilted her head a bit, green eyes twinkling with thought. "My brother is..." Difficult? Loud? A bossy flea-bag? "A lot," she said at last but then gave a small nod. "But I think he would talk to you if given the chance..." she looked around, peering over her shoulder with her eyes as big as stones. She looked back and lowered her voice. "But be sure that our father doesn't find out... Cedarrift doesn't like 'any of that silliness' and he will not tolerate it if he thinks for a second that Lighty is... well, y'know... that he likes toms." But she offered a small smile. "I'd just try and talk to him, Coolpaw. The worst he can say is that he doesn't feel the same but you could still be friends in the least. And if that's the case then you haven't really lost anything at all. Hm?"
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Post by Goldenstar on Jun 17, 2021 13:05:02 GMT -5
(If anyone else is down to start up a thread with me I'm 100% open!) Chrissy"I think I should be fine- but thank you." She grunted lightly as she rotated her shoulder, trying to break up the stiffness that gathered every night where her leg should have been. "I need to walk around and stretch my other legs out anyways." She popped her neck and shook her pelt off one more time before hopping up beside her mentor. "I think I'm ready to go- wait!" She twisted around and hurried over to the back, grabbing her own satchel in her teeth. Her and Arcticthunder had made theirs together and she liked to bring it with her every time they went out for herbs. "Okay now I am!" She huffed as she threw the green pouch over her shoulder. ~ "Well today I was thinking we could check the elders for ticks- I believe I heard Mothfur complaining about the itching just yesterday. It's not the most fun chore in camp- but it's very necessary." She commented, glancing over towards the medicine cats den. Her heart dropped when she saw her daughter hop out besides Arcticthunder. She wished she could go and talk to her- but every time she did she ended up fussing over Firepaw and embarrassing her. "Why don't you go over before Arcticthunder leaves and ask for some mousebile." "I know where it's at! I'll fetch it." The tom turned on his paws and headed, quick as a flash, off toward the Medicine Cats. "Ace, can I get some mouse bile for Mothfur's ticks?" "Go on ahead," the white tom replied as he and Firepaw began to pad more so toward the main path out of camp. He flicked his one good eye across Firepaw's mother without much warmth as Lightpaw went bolting up the wooden playground planks and disappeared into the portion that held the healer's remedies. (I switched the placement of the two RP segments so you could reply with Gildedrose if you wanted to!) ~ "Alright then," Ace purred with that warmth that always danced in his eyes when he was around the pretty, upbeat she-cat. "Let's go see Fleo then!" --- As they padded out the camp and through the thick, tall grass, Arcticthunder began to purr. They padded along a fence line, shoulder to shoulder, enjoying the day, when a friendly mrr came from above. The next moment an acorn shot down and popped Ace on the head and he looked up into a shady tree to see a handsome brown and black tom with Oceloid spots peering down at them. He had a soft, goodnatured expression on his face and a green scarf about his throat. He had bright green eyes and tufted ears and he stretched out, showing off sharp, white teeth. "On your way to see Fleo for some catmint?" he asked as he rolled over on his side. "Indeed we are, Lenny." "Mind if I come along?" "Not at all!" The next instance, the kitty-pet was down at Firepaw's side and he offered her his usually friendly smile as the three cats kept on. "Hello, Firepaw! How's training going?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 24, 2021 17:31:21 GMT -5
|| Sablepaw || @goldenstar "You're fast,"
Sablepaw's chest swelled with confidence as he felt his claws meet their mark. Of course he was proud of himself for having caught the warrior off guard, satisfaction glinting in those haughty caramel hues; especially as he heard the surprise in his voice. However, perhaps that was where he slipped up; over-confident and overzealous, the apprentice found himself biting back a hiss of annoyance as the warrior slid underneath him, pummeling his stomach and tossing him off balance. He had been too slow; too wrapped up in himself.
"Now what's next, smart guy?"
The tom's gaze narrowed sharply, teeth grit tight. He was trying to maintain a level-head, despite how much his emotions wanted to take hold but his words never failed to get underneath the apprentice's skin, it'd seem. Instinctively, he worked with his form's momentum as his balance was altered and rolled off and away to the side. He couldn't deny the grunt that escaped him as he rolled, but he was quick to scramble to his paws, ready to spring once more. || Bell || @goldenstar At first, Bell's face contorted with confusion as she spotted the she-cat suddenly fumbling at her question. She hadn't exactly expected it to be off-putting until--
"There used to be a lot more in the clan than this, Bell."
--those sorrowful words dawned her folded ears. Whatever the Fever was, it seemed it had hit them harder than she thought. The she-cat allowed her gaze to fall to the ground as they walked.
"A lot more... Goldenclan has thrived in its time in the park. We used to be nearly a hundred strong- something we took great pride in, as Cloudclan- our founder and main source of kin- have well over three hundred cats..."
Bell's eyes widened at the numbers rolling off the apprentice's tongue, unable to stop herself from glancing at her in bewilderment. "Three hundred cats?" The queen echoed. She couldn't imagine seeing so many cats in her life; let alone living amongst them. And a hundred... The grey she-cat glanced around the playground, feeling a shiver run up her spine. Suddenly, she had to wonder how empty it was now compared to before.
"Now, there's about half of that. So around fifty ish? A lot of us are 'paws though or kits. Tundrastar says we've been blessed this season with new life... lots of kittens in the nursery."
Fifty. She felt her chest tighten in upon itself. Okay, definitely not as scary of a number, but still...a lot. Shaking out her fur, she shoved the thought away. There wasn't any reason to be nervous; the clan had been nothing but good to her. And would be to her kits; that much she was sure of. Perhaps, they could even strengthen their numbers as warriors.
That was the life she wanted now, right?
"Living around so many others--that's natural for you, isn't it?" She queried, treading carefully along. "I think the most I've ever been around is my littermates. Even then, it was brief. Once we were old enough, we went to our own homes. At my new home, I was the only cat. I had neighbors, sure, but I wasn't let outside much. Being around so many cats--its...different."
"And yes, I climbed up the wall of the high tower when I was a kitten and fell. I don't remember it much but Arcticthunder says I'm lucky to have survived. Guess I landed in the snow and it broke my fall."
The she-cat bit back an amused chuff as she confirmed her question. "That's what I thought," Bell mused, pausing to shake a piece of mulch clinging to her arm fur. "Remind me to make sure these fluffballs don't do the same. I'm sure they'll pull the same flea-brained stunt. Me, personally, I'll keep my paws firmly on the ground, thank you very much."
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Post by cowbird on Jun 26, 2021 16:13:30 GMT -5
Chris
“Oh I wouldnt dream of it,” muttered Ravenpaw sarcastically at the old warrior’s warning but knew that he was pleased- more than pleased- to be doing some battle training. With his apprenticeship nearly over, the dark apprentice was getting more and more impatient with the small one on one sessions with him and Ferretfur and having the other apprentices there to train off of, he hoped to impress enough that he’d be made a warrior already.
It wasnt long before they entered the said clearing and Ravenpaw broke away from the rest of the group, ears erect and eyes wide and searching. You never knew when foxes and bears could pop up and a clearing like this was well liked by more than just cats. “Do you think Tundrastar will assess me next?” he asked Ferretfur.
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(Awww right? He’s a big teddy bear in my eyes)
Moosepelt vainly tried to temper himself and act less like a new apprentice, but he only ended up twitching liek he had ants in his pelt and, for the sake of not embarrassing himself further in front of the deputy, the bulky tom took to trekking alongside Leafwatcher. He glanced at the limping medicine cat. “That’s a good thing, right? The apprentices I mean. They’ll grow quick during greenleaf and maybe even be warriors by leafbare when we will need all the paws we can get.”
Just ahead of the two younger cats, Cinderfrost caught up to Stormlegend’s side. He was bigger than her for sure but there were few cats tougher than Tundrastar and Wrenstar’s second in command and Cinderfrsit himself took a great deal of respect for her with the determination and ferocity in which she defended the Clan. Lowering his voice, the senior warrior murmured. “ So what are the leader’s planning to do about the Brotherhood? Its greenleaf now and they are only getting stronger and more recruits.” With a flash of unease the gray and white tom remembered the slinking cats with hooked claws and harsh voices that his patrol had caught loitering near the first half a moon ago and while so far Tundrastar had ordered all cats keep their guards up about the danger these cats could pose, Cinderfrost never felt more uncomfortable knowing such a threat was so close to the camp.
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“Oh you flatter me, Mothfur but i haven't been chipper since Tundrastar was an apprentice!” Snowstorm wheezed, his eyes distant with memory until his denmate continued on about the Valley and his eyes grew sharp again as he looked back at her. “CloudClan you say? I didnt want to impose on such a journey… none of us here are exact fast as we once were. And she wants to stay?” Snowstorm angled his ears at the dozing form of Deerspirit besides them. He and the old queen never saw eye to eye in their youth and Snowstorm did his bets to keep his temper with her though as he grew older and more frail himself, he found that he had little patience for the snappy moments she could have. “I cant stay that im surprised but will the leaders let her stay?” Would CloudClan let her stay? After all, they don't know us well enough and chances that Deerspirit, as ancient as she is, knows anyone still alive in the great Clan is slim… …
Coolpaw gawked at the she-cat. Sure, they were encouraging words (except for the mention of their fierce, stern father) but the way she just expected him to have the courage to do such an act…”That’s vole-brained!” He exclaimed, shooting a rabbit-swift glance at Lightpaw, who was crowing on about some battle move or whatever toms yapped about. “I cant just approach him like that- we have nothing in common and he’s never spoken a word to me before. I dont even think he notices me.”
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