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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 20, 2023 16:57:22 GMT -5
(Im so sorry i been so unmotivated this week. Working on my replies rn gimme an hour or two) (You're totally fine honey. I'm deceased anyway.)
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Post by cowbird on Dec 20, 2023 18:23:23 GMT -5
(Im so sorry i been so unmotivated this week. Working on my replies rn gimme an hour or two) (You're totally fine honey. I'm deceased anyway.) (noooooo im almost done!!!)
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Post by cowbird on Dec 20, 2023 18:27:37 GMT -5
Chris
(Annnddd here they are. sorry again friend.)
Mallowstream had paused with a few shrews in her jaws, her eyes twinkling as Perry and Forestfrost snapped at each other. A small tingle of pride sparked in her chest as Perry dodged her brother and held her own against his barrage of swipes. He was easily twice her size, his shoulders even broader than Mallowstream’s, but Perry was no pushover, Mallowstream had learned. It was one of the things that made her fall in love after all.
The burly brown tabby exchanged her shrews for the lone squirrel in their catch and padded over to her mate, brushing against her flank with a rumbling purr. “Well done, my love. Kept Forestfrost on his toes as a good warrior should!” she teased, casting a sly look at the younger she-cat’s littermate. “You both are doing well. Forest, you can do a little bit more on your speed but dont take that wrong- bigger cats like us struggle with that all the time. And no, you arent fat,” she added with a small chuckle as she intertwined her tail with Perry’s. “No matter what your sister implies.”
… Dewkit opened his mouth to pose yet another question (though much more thought out this time mind you) yet before he could utter a word, Whitekit squeezed up beside him, her fur tingling with excitement as her brilliant green eyes landed on the leaf wraps on Harbinger’s forepaws. She was the most outspoken one between her and her brother and it made sense that she’d recover from the wariness she felt towards the odd-looking tom. She was like that with everyone after a while Dewkit had noticed.
“Oh wow- these are so cool looking? Did Sunnyarch make these too?” the small kitten reached out a tiny pink-padded paw and poked the paw wrap closest to her. “How did he make it exactly in size for you?” she looked around swiftly as if hoping to spot the tom in question among the bustling clan. Rootkit had padded up silently behind his sister, peering cautiously at the leaf wraps, too curious to avoid a closer look but yet more wary about the eyes-less feline.
… The atmosphere, which had been brimming with love and happiness just moments ago dimmed almost immediately after Fawnstripe had spoken. She fought the urge to take a step back as she watched, a bit rattled, at how drawn back and stunted Cloverblade had gotten and it was at moment that Fawnstripe had realized truly why the warrior had been so hesitant to accept her last time she had declared her love for him. It wasnt a lack of mutual attraction, or unwillingness to commit to someone, but insecurity! Of all things, Fawnstripe had never expected Cloverblade be someone who had doubts about himself. It felt so… wrong. Yet those arent your regular, everyday doubts and fears though, Fawnstripe found herself reasoning in her mind and she sighed and shifted her body so she was directly in front of the large cat.
“Hey- hey look at me.” She placed a paw under his chin, gently moving it up she she could look him in those eyes that had made her weak in the legs for so long. It still made her fuzzy in the head, being so close to him. Yet his eyes werent the bright, wise and endearing ones that Fawnstripe had woken up to everyday for two moons now. A rare, unsettling sadness… no fear had taken over their once idyllic nature and Fawnstripe felt a tug of sorrow in her belly. “Oh you poor thing…” she breathed, pressing her forehead to his, their bodies so close she could feel the slight shake of his shoulders. “Cloverblade there is no need to fear that. Do you know how many cats have told me that you were the wrong choice? That I was too young, too inexperienced to be with such a senior tom? To be with someone so much older than me because the inevitable will happen?” Fawnstripe closed her eyes, shutting out the negative memories. I made my choice, was what she always said when someone- anyone- questioned her.
“I told them I made my choice,” she continued, her voice softening. “I dont care how old you are. I fell in love with you because you were energetic, fun, a brilliant warrior and lover and yes, cause you’ll be a great father. If they have any of your golden spirit the kits- our kits- will have nothing but the deepest love and appreciation for you because you’ll be in their lives. And even when the time comes where you cant keep up… well, they have a big family. My dads will dot on them as if they were their own. Mouseear will be there to keep the kindness you teach them alive, even Woodenspire will give them all the love they can take. Yet you wont need that- you arent going anywhere and if anything should… happen… they will at least know you’ll love them.”
… Despair shot through Ashfox as the she-cat dashed away, tear welling in her eyes. He didnt mean it like that! She was more than a good place to sleep next too, or someone to be mere friends with. He… he… loved… her? Ashfox froze, his paw in midair. Did he love Rosepetal? He had never uttered the words before yet somehow the more he said ‘love’ in his head, the more sure he was that Rose was the only one who could fit that box for him. His feet were moving now. He thought of the kits they saved. He picked up the pace a little. The smiles and laughs she did when they were alone in the forest. He saw her tail disappear in the elder’s den. The patience she had when he didnt understand something. How she chose to spend her time with him than to be with her many sisters. He was running now, deftly dodged wandering cats and skidding to a halt outside the elder’s den. Her scent clung to the entrance. He didnt know what he was doing. Frankly he didnt care- he was sure there were several cats who were looking his way wondering why he was running like his life depended on it.
Maybe it didnt. But right now losing her felt like it.
“R-Rosepetal! Rose! Please… I'm sorry. I.. I didn't mean it that way. You kn- no, I’m serious. About you and… and us. Please come out and talk to me.” There was nothing but the fresh scent of numerous cats bundled together coming back at him. “Please.”
… Quietwaters sniffled as he looked up at his friend. The same calm, devoted expression stared back at him. He seemed… ok? Not devastated? No… he seemed ok. He was taking whatever Quietwaters just did well. It wasnt a rejection in his eyes but how else could he put it. The gray tom shook his head and rose to his paws, his joints aching from being out so long in the cold. He still needed plenty of exercise it seemed. Yet Acorntrail was ok. Quietwaters smiled a watery smile as his friend bumped their hips. Maybe everything wouldnt change forever after all. He wasn't a disappointment.
“You betcha I'm coming. One of these days, I’m gonna race you.”
(I think we can leave their storyline right here for now and take a break. I definitely didnt want Quiet to get it immediately since he was already oblivious for so long and we need some long-running drama anyways lmao)
… (I was waiting for you to go next but since its an empty space and to make up for being like a week late, i’ll write one up quickly!)
Morningheart started after the she-cat as she melted back into the countless heavenly bodies, wanting desperately to feel her achingly familiar warmth. His insides felt hollow despite the once in a lifetime moment happening to him right now. Seeing his mother again had made him feel like a kit again and to know that it would be many, many more seasons until he could see her again made him more sad than he could bear. “Waterpetal I-”
“Did you forget you were in a sacred ceremony?” A rusty voice cut through the beginning of his plea. Morningheart turned his head with a start to see a skinny figure stalking towards him, purpose and starlight sparking in each step. His fur was a a dark gray tabby, and slightly stuck up bushed up against the cold. His eyes were a stern yellow like an owl’s, that held Morningheart’s expectantly as he slowed to a stop. Morningheart recognized the cat instantly, yet he had never assumed he would get a life from him and it was frankly a shock to see him so fit and sturdy. “Dagger,” he mewed, his voice suddenly finding itself. He dipped his head to the old cat. “Its an honor to see you again.”
The ancestor skipped right past that. “You should conform yourself better during such a sacred ceremony” he reprimanded. “Acting like a kit separated from his mother for the first time is no way a CloudClan leader should behave. You should be standing still, waiting to receive your nine lives without complaint as it is the path StarClan has chosen for you.” When Morningheart dropped his head in shame, his face heating up, Dagger sighed. He had to learn to control himself! But maybe he was being a little harsh.
“I understand how it is to lose a loved one. Its wound that for some never fully heals. As a clan leader, you will lose many under your care- its the way of the warrior, the way of the wild, the way of life, young one.” When Morningheart lifted his head back up, Dagger nodded. “Yet you must keep looking forward and honor those who have been lost and to keep doing your best to protect the clan you were given charge of until you join us here.” He stepped closer and rose his muzzle to the top of Morningheart’s head. “With this life I give you tireless energy. To serve, to lead, to advise and to protect. That is your duty and with this life, I hope it helps you do it to your fullest ability.”
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Post by cowbird on Dec 20, 2023 18:29:07 GMT -5
(BUT YOU PLAN!!! Oh poor Sparrow! He wont die before Eagle's boys are born right???)
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 20, 2023 18:31:40 GMT -5
(BUT YOU PLAN!!! Oh poor Sparrow! He wont die before Eagle's boys are born right???) (No- I don't think so. I feel like Milkflower will want another litter fairly soon because she loves being pregnant and being a mother so I feel like it's be good for Eagleoak's batch to brew while Umber's are all 'paws.)
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Post by cowbird on Dec 21, 2023 8:48:08 GMT -5
(BUT YOU PLAN!!! Oh poor Sparrow! He wont die before Eagle's boys are born right???) (No- I don't think so. I feel like Milkflower will want another litter fairly soon because she loves being pregnant and being a mother so I feel like it's be good for Eagleoak's batch to brew while Umber's are all 'paws.) (oh well that makes sense. still though im sad about that... whats worse is that because of her blood condition Lichenfur might move to the upper room too... gosh so how is this battle gonna come? should we start introducing some of the villians yet even if its short stories)
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Post by cowbird on Dec 21, 2023 10:35:02 GMT -5
3rd Dove and Almond litter: 5
Pollenkit (Pollenshade)- brown and cream she-cat with amber eyes. Wise and patient, Pollenshade was born to help others. She was always the one watching out for her brothers- even though if you asked them, she was the defenseless one. When Eagleoak, her half-brother, asked if she would like to train under him and the other medicine cats, Pollenshade wasted no time in accepting and quickly found her place among the gentle souls of some of CloudClan’s most gifted healers in its history. She was very much inspired by Cypressprayer and was obsessed with understanding her skills so one day she too, could be as beloved and essential to the survival of her clan. The one thing this benevolent soul does not appreciate however is disloyalty and that has always made her rather distrusting of strangers; and while patient, Pollenshade wont forgive easily. Once you have wronged her, it’ll be sometime before you come back her way. She does love her family despite all the baggage and many, many, many characters among them. She handles her mother’s fretting with a level head, isnt phased by the intensity of Riverflower or Nectarsong, even finds her nephew Snowglen tolerable most days. Yet she would be the first to tell her it all gets a little much sometimes when it feels like half the clan calls your mom… well, mom. || Kit/future Medicine Cat. || Daughter of Almondthicket and Doveheart’s 3rd litter. Littermate to: Thrushflight, Brindleheart,... and ...., half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak, and Lichenfur. Younger sister to Nectarsong, Tinderspark, Onesight, Badgerstreak, Beebounce, Doestep and Hawkswoop. || cowbird.
Thrushkit (Thrushflight)- stormy cloud gray tom with sandy coloring under his chin, belly, half his chest and the inside of his legs. || cowbird ||
Brindlekit (Brindleheart)- cream, golden-brown and white brindled she-cat with amber eyes. || cowbird ||
Kit #4- Chris Kit #5- Chris
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 22, 2023 14:21:44 GMT -5
3rd Dove and Almond litter: 5 Pollenkit (Pollenshade)- brown and cream she-cat with amber eyes. Wise and patient, Pollenshade was born to help others. She was always the one watching out for her brothers- even though if you asked them, she was the defenseless one. When Eagleoak, her half-brother, asked if she would like to train under him and the other medicine cats, Pollenshade wasted no time in accepting and quickly found her place among the gentle souls of some of CloudClan’s most gifted healers in its history. She was very much inspired by Cypressprayer and was obsessed with understanding her skills so one day she too, could be as beloved and essential to the survival of her clan. The one thing this benevolent soul does not appreciate however is disloyalty and that has always made her rather distrusting of strangers; and while patient, Pollenshade wont forgive easily. Once you have wronged her, it’ll be sometime before you come back her way. She does love her family despite all the baggage and many, many, many characters among them. She handles her mother’s fretting with a level head, isnt phased by the intensity of Riverflower or Nectarsong, even finds her nephew Snowglen tolerable most days. Yet she would be the first to tell her it all gets a little much sometimes when it feels like half the clan calls your mom… well, mom. || Kit/future Medicine Cat. || Daughter of Almondthicket and Doveheart’s 3rd litter. Littermate to: Thrushflight, Brindleheart,... and ...., half-sister to Elknose, Riverflower, Icemoon, Eagleoak, and Lichenfur. Younger sister to Nectarsong, Tinderspark, Onesight, Badgerstreak, Beebounce, Doestep and Hawkswoop. || cowbird. Thrushkit (Thrushflight)- stormy cloud gray tom with sandy coloring under his chin, belly, half his chest and the inside of his legs. || cowbird || Brindlekit (Brindleheart)- cream, golden-brown and white brindled she-cat with amber eyes. || cowbird || Kit #4- Chris Kit #5- Chris POLLENSHADE I LOVE IT
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Post by cowbird on Dec 22, 2023 18:36:46 GMT -5
(been trying to use that name for ages now)
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 25, 2023 3:59:46 GMT -5
Merry Christmas my loves!
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 31, 2023 2:00:16 GMT -5
(I'll be on tomorrow Abe 🖤)
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 31, 2023 17:23:15 GMT -5
(I've been up since 9am working on character descriptions for all of the clans. xD)
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 31, 2023 17:23:29 GMT -5
(My brain looks like a Sonic slushie.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 31, 2023 18:50:00 GMT -5
Borealis(Bo)- what an interesting character this man is. Bo is a large hare, but unlike most of his kind- he is a snowy white with pale gray stripes along his lower back, hind flanks, and ears. He has a soft misty color shading his mouth and all four paws. His eyes are crystal blue. Bo has an unusual backstory and it starts from the day he was born. He was the only kit and his litter and his mother left when he was a few hours old to search for food and never made it back- killed by a hunter. Bo would have surely died had his mother's nest not been built inside a poplar tree that was inhabited by a family of bluebirds. That family of birds saw baby Bo- alone and abandoned- and set off to find someone to care for him and brought back a mother rabbit who took him in. But still the bluebird watched Bo. When he was old enough to understand he was different, the birds told him about his true origins and that they had been friends with his mother. It wasn't long after when tragedy struck Borealis a second time when his adopted family were all killed by a wild dog. All but Bo- who was rescued once again by the bluebirds. Bo went rogue for a while after that and travelled on his own for many years- dealing with the hardships of the wild and all that comes with being a white hare alone in the world. One day he eventually made it back to the poplar where he was born and found only one of the bluebirds left- the sweet mother who half raised him- Clara. All of her baby birds had gone and she was alone. Bo stayed with her and cared for her for the rest of her days until she passed- and he took some of her feathers with him so that he'd always have something of his true mother behind. Bo is a hardened hare and is extremely used to his solitude but he does get lonely. He has never quite felt at home, or a part of anything, anywhere he has ever been. He wandered into the Valley one day through a crack in the Wall and has been inside ever since. Bo found his first strike of romantic companionship in the most unlikely place when he saw a peculiar hairless molly talking softly to a snail on a leaf. He fell head over heels in love with Pearlshell almost at first sight and has been adoring her and every breath she takes ever since. He is ferociously protective of her and is the brashness that she lacks. He doesn't care that they're from different worlds and are different species. He loves her. And her heart is his to protect. Bo wears an ivy necklace with one of Clara's feathers on it around his neck and he stores the others he has in his burrow. Bo will never be a part of Cloudclan in its entirety because it isn't a home for him. But wherever Pearlshell is... he will always be. || Loner/rogue. || Wild hare. || Mates with Pearlshell in Cloudclan. || Adopted son of the late Milda (a rabbit) and Clara (a bluebird). || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Dec 31, 2023 20:44:47 GMT -5
Bubblefrost- once uppity and chipper, this pretty she-cat was named 'Bubble' because her mother wanted something pleasant but it isn't just because of that OR her personality that earned her, her name. Bubblefrost is a beautiful thing with flowing white fur and faded cream undertoning but all across her pelt, she has perfect circles of peach and ginger dapples that overlap like... well... bubbles! She has a 'bubble' over her left eye and nose too. Bubblefrost also has beautiful, gentle baby blue eyes. For some weird reason though... Bubblefrost has a lot of self-esteem issues. She is gorgeous but refuses to see it. She thinks her sisters- Moonacre and Paleflurry are the pretty ones and she spends a lot of her time in their shadows. Despite her self-esteem issues, she tries desperately hard to be really positive about literally everyone and everything else as long as it doesn't include her- she's just not very good at it, unfortunately. She's very much a daddy's girl and is very close to Shadowprism, as well as her grandparents- Mistystorm and Foxtrot. Bubblefrost has a lot of problems with anxiety and depression and it's only deepened since she's become a mother. Part of it definitely stemmed from being talked about constantly as a queen-apprentice. The real trauma happened during the kitting process. During the birth of her first kit, Bubblefrost... well, she died. She was brought to a middle ground of Starclan and was told of a prophecy that was unfolding that involved her and nine other she-cats, revolving around their kits and their families. These she-cats have since become known as The Mothers. Ever since this life-changing ordeal, she has carried herself with an odd confidence that she never has before. Despite seeing herself as perhaps a little more than unworthy- she is plagued by constant worry... that her darling Willowsway will die fulfilling the prophecy. || Berryblossom and Shadowprism's kit. Sister of Moonacre, Jayrush, Paleflurry, Thicketstep, and Whiteflare. || Has body dysmorphia. || Heterosexual. Mates with Coltspirit. Mother to Willowsway. || Theme song- 'The Fixer' by Brent Morgan. || One of the Ten Mothers. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 1, 2024 0:12:54 GMT -5
HAPPY NEW YEAR
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Post by cowbird on Jan 1, 2024 0:41:42 GMT -5
(happy new years dear!!!)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 1, 2024 5:27:07 GMT -5
Garlicclove(Gary)- man, oh man. This cat has had it rough. He and his twin brother, Tickseed, were born the only sons out of wedlock to their bitter and mentally unstable mother, Onetwig. Onetwig took a single look at her kits, who both took after their absent father in looks, and gave them names for things she hated- Tick and Garlic. Garlicclove started out a bright-eyed, bushytailed tom and wanted nothing more than to help and heal. He disappointed his mother forever whenever he trained to be a medicine cat when he became an apprentice. He was a loyal healer for a long time and even worked shoulder to shoulder with Ambercreek when she was a medicine cat. But then, he fell in love. Garlicclove was head-over-heels for a she-cat named Littleclaw - but she rejected him. The pain that followed made it next to impossible for him to work, so he stepped down from healing and into the ranks of Warrior-hood as a very mature cat. He is a poor fighter but a decent enough hunter and isn't a bad teacher. Now as a more senior warrior, he's known to be snappy and bitter, but nearly as aggressive or anti-progressive as his brother, Tickseed. Garlicclove, who goes by a plethora of nicknames (Clove, Clovis, Gary, Archy, so on and so on), isn't a bad looking cat. He's got a tri-toned pelt with scraggly fur. His head is gray but he has orange-brown ears and nose blaze and the same color carries onto his shoulders, back, and upper flanks. His throat, neck, underbelly, and front paws are white. He has gray tipping his tail and layering the outline of his white fur. His eyes are a hard yellow. He is very close to his brother- even though they're literally always arguing- and is also fond of his nephew, Runningcolt. Colt and Gary don't see eye to eye... but they love hard and deep. Gary might be hard to know and harder to love, but he has opened his heart up a bit to his nephew's best friend- Ambercreek- who was close to him when they worked together. Slowly, painstakingly, he may let himself have a family. We'll see. || Tickseed's brother. Runningcolt's uncle. || Former medicine cat. Might do it again. || Senior Warrior. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 1, 2024 14:10:55 GMT -5
-Violetcharm - A short, sleek furred tortoiseshell she cat. The majority of her coat is overlaying black over orange. She has a distinctive large orange splash over her left eye and a white blaze up her snout. Her eyes are a deep bluish-purple. She has small paws and larger ears, making this she cat look a bit disproportionate. || Daughter of Silvergaze and Driftflower. Mate of Harespark and Pyriteice. || She knows nothing of Berylclan, her parents having been very young when it was deserted themselves, but she recognized the importance of keeping the clan alive. || Spirit Stone: Amethyst. || Treeheart ||
~Harespark- what an... interesting creature. Harespark was born to older parents and was the only surviving kit of his litter. And even then, he's the runt. Harespark's father, Heavystone, was extremely hard on him because he believed that Berylclan was dying out and that his son had to keep their bloodline going. Meanwhile, his mother, Brightfleck, was less concerned about it... but she was also born from outside the clan and it was- and is- still rumored that she had some Inkclan in her veins. Heavystone and Brightfleck soon realized their son was... special. And by special, I mean... a little... bit... flamboyant. From the time he was born, others easily confused Harespark for a molly. What, with his long-flowing fur, high voice, soft features, big ears, lush tail, and adoring, sage green eyes. He has never minded the confusion and he is quite comfortable in himself- something neither of his parents ever understood. They just thought he was gay. I mean, they could have just asked him... and he would have told them he wasn't. Harespark befriended Violetcharm when they were both apprentices and it didn't take long for things to blossom between them. Even still, it came as a surprise when Violet and Hare declared for each-other because, well... she's beautiful. And, well, he is too. And small. And feminine. And oh, so very, very gentle. Harespark, with his big ears, flowing fur, and lush tail, has a base pelt of cream but he has shades of overlapping brown, orange, and sunny yellow (cue the Inkclan genes). These overlapping colors cover most of the left side of his face as well as his left ear, both forepaws, and the end of his tail. Harespark, as you might of guessed, isn't the best fighter but damn can ya boy hunt rabbits. He's known for his agility and stamina and rarely returns from a hunt with nothing in his jaws. Thing what you might of Harespark's 'nature', there isn't a cat who has ever been around the tom who could argue his love for his darling Violetcharm. She hangs the moon and stars in his sky and he will gush over her for hours if given the chance. And Pyriteice?... Well, that's a whole other conversation. An adoring one. But it definitely will have you scratching your head. || Son of Heavystone and Brightfleck. || Heterosexual. Biromantic- for just one cat. Very secure in himself. Mates with Violetcharm and Pyriteice. || Spirit Stone: Orange Zircon. || Goldenstar. ||
~Pyriteice- in a word? Intense. Pyriteice was only a newborn kitten when his mother brought him and his brother- Kyanite- to the Valley in the aftereffects of the Great Blood War. He and Ky both were very sickly kittens and Kyanite actually passed away when they were apprentices. That's where things started getting worse for Py. His mother, a harsh molly named Cupritefrost, had never wanted kits and was unhappy with her 'weak' sons- especially sour since her mate and their father passed away during the war. Once Ky- who was her favorite- died, she began to be excruciatingly hard on her only son. She was constantly hounding him not to let their bloodline die and not let his father and brother be lost to Starclan for him to fail. Mind you, Py was still a sickly creature and failed his warrior assessment over and over and over again- disappointing his mother more and more each time. He became increasingly cold as he got older and was known to be a 'bitter soul'. And then. He met Harespark. Harespark and Py developed as friends slowly, as Pyrite found the energetic, fun-loving tom to be a pain in the ass most of the time. But he admired his spirit and how much he adored his mate- Violetcharm. Slowly, Harespark started to invite Py on outings he and Violetcharm would go on together in attempt to bring his tormented friend some joy. But joy unfurled quickly as the gentle, warm affection of his two companions began to knock down the walls Py had around his heart. And then, he realized, he had fallen in love with them. Ashamed of his heart's desire, Pyriteice pulled away from his only two friends in the world as his mother continuously hounded him about finding a mate and being a "good, honorable warrior". After nearly a year without speaking to the only cats in the world who cared about him, Harespark eventually had, had enough and address the situation. Hours of screaming later, the truth came out. And Violetcharm simply asked, "But don't you know we love you too?" And that. Was that. Unfortunately, their unorthodox relationship does gather a lot of unwanted attention... especially from Cupritefrost. Now that we've talked about his backstory and his edgy personality. Onto this boy's looks. Pyriteice, much like his mother, is a very, very tall cat. Not big. Just tall. He has long legs and a slender, lithe frame with streamlined muscles. His pelt is a gray-tan base with slightly darker tabby swirls. He also has darker gray shaded around all of his legs- thought all of his paws are white and his left front leg is white up to the middle. He has white running through his tail in streak-like ribbons and the coloration carries lightly onto his face around his muzzle and eyes. He has big, angular ears and cold blue eyes. Py also has a thick mane of shaggy hair that runs from between his ears, down his shoulders, and around his throat. This fur never lies flat and is extremely stubborn. Pyrite, as you might imagine, is extremely standoffish and can even be harsh. Many cats whisper about his family dynamic and don't understand how someone as cold as Pyriteice could possibly love cats like Harespark and Violetcharm. But love them he does. Ferociously. Soulfully. Deeply. Incredibly. Madly. These two cats are his best friends- his only friends- and they saved his life. Harespark is known to sometimes ride around on Pyrite's back- half-hidden in his mane or fur. So I'd watch my tongue around this edgy kitty. You might get two sets of claws instead of one. || Son of the late Wolfquartz and Cupritefrost. || Bisexual. Mates with Violetcharm and Harespark. || Spirit Stone: Kyanite. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 1, 2024 14:26:13 GMT -5
~Haykit(Hayprancer)- what a momma's boy. Who'da thunk it? When I tell you with a name like 'Hayprancer'- you'd probably think someone small and dainty? Yeah. No. Hay is a... very tall cat. And I do mean... very tall. By the time he was eight moons old, he was already standing a mouse-length taller than his father. Has to be Rockstar's genes! As he's not even necessarily a huge cat, he's just tall. I mean... he's a little muscular, but nothing like some of the brutes the clan has these days. Hayprancer is a lighthearted fellow with a name that definitely matches the heart he has inside. He has extremely short fur but it is very thick and plush- opposite the wiry texture of his father. His pelt is done in mostly yellow tones. Blanketing the upper half of his body is a rich yellow color that has a soft peachy tint. His tail, all four paws, and chin are a cream base with peachy shades all around- that color covers his entire underbelly and throat. Hay has two cream stripes under both his eyes and one across his broad nose. All these subtle pelt hues really bring out the bright blue of his eyes. Like most toms in his family who are as big as he is, Hayprancer is a very gentle giant. He loves to playfight with apprentices and is the best at getting pinecones down from trees for games of fetch. He is nearly overbearingly loyal to the things that make him happy and he is dedicated beyond measure to his mother, father, and family. Oh, and one odd thing about Hay?... He's... actually really graceful for a tom his size. It's how he got the suffix in his name. || Son of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe- first litter. Littermate to Stagleap, Daisytuft, Clovershine and Fogbird. Grandson of Palesmoke and Fogspell and the late Victoryecho. || Bisexual- likes em rowdy. || Goldenstar. ||
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 1, 2024 23:05:48 GMT -5
Jaggedfeather(Johnni)- a spitfire and every bit someone who will speak her mind, Jaggedfeather- Jay- is an independent and aggressive molly. She had been alone and isolated in the facility her entire life up until the day her 'family' was created. Jay is a cat who speaks her mind and won't be silenced. She stands up for what she believes in and is unapologetic in herself. She knows that she's edgy and difficult. She isn't the smartest but she's streetwise and innovative and there isn't a problem that requires hard work that she can't fix with her own two paws. She is freakishly protective of her identity and who she has been her entire life and she won't be turned away from that. She is the only cat in her The Family who is actually a pedigree. Jaggedfeather is an interesting looking creature. The front half of her body is a brindled brown and the back half is a rich cream. The paws on her front paws are also the same pale color. Jay has abnormally long canines and they're always sticking out of her mouth a little. Her irises are a rich, playful sage green. Jaggedfeather isn't... unattractive but she isn't at all conventionally pretty for a she-cat. Sometimes Jay can be so butchy that she's mistaken for a tom and that's a huge compliment to be paid to her. She is mouthy and hot-headed and is a complete and total flirt but that's part of her charm. If you don't hate her, you probably love her and she'd have it no other way. Just don't piss her off, huh? || 100% lesbian. Borderline tom-disgusted. || Adopted into The Family. || Warrior. || Her ID number was 482 and her barcode is hidden by the dark coloration on her right front leg. You can only see it sometimes in certain lighting. ||
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Post by cowbird on Jan 2, 2024 11:37:52 GMT -5
Stagkit (Stagleap)- Its not too far fetched to say he got it from his father, but this one is as honorable as it gets. From the get-go, Stagleap was the serious and attentive one, always mindful of what could happen if he makes a certain choice or says a certain thing. He is always first for duty- even beating the deputies when it comes to getting patrols ready and all and his calm and collected demeanor makes him a popular cat among the conservative and older crowd of cats which often makes his sister Clovershine a bit annoyed with him as there are times she cant tell if he is on her side when it comes to certain issues or not. While the two disagree on their fair share of topics and Stagleap privately does share more traditional views of some matters, they were inseparable in their youth and Stagleap always knows that he can count on his sister to keep him from overdoing it- which to him is just as important as how he grounds her. A cat who walks with purpose and speed, Stagleap isnt very distinct visually being a very dark brown tabby tom with his mother’s big yellow eyes. He has a pale scar behind his ear in a training session with his mentor and Sparrowfur and the tip of his tail vanished in a branch-falling accident (once again, as Clovershine would say, from doing too much). While his father is huge and yellow and a kind, wise soul, Stagleap is huge and dark with a much more reserved but also intelligent aura to him. He has his father and his paternal grandmother’s thick, powerful frames with wide shoulders and sports long, muscular legs- which are white stockings too which make him appear even taller to the untrained eye. Stagleap is much too work oriented to find a mate he claims, but unbeknownst to him, he’ll be just like his parents and take one glance at his future forever girl (or guy- he isnt sure yet and it makes him a bit nervous the poor mite) and never, ever look back. || Kit/Warrior. || Son of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe’s first litter. Littermate to Hayprancer, Daisytuft, Clovershine and Fogbird. Grandson of Palesmoke and Fogspell and the late Victoryecho. || cowbird. ||
Cloverkit (Clovershine)- Wow. Just… wow. Its a thing that happens all the time in the Valley, when kin comes out looking and acting just like the family that came before and the rest of the clan purrs at the resemblance (mostly) and for as long as they remember talk about how much so and so looks like their great aunt or long dead cousin. Well a similar thing has happened here and much like the cat this feline resembles, it is a tad bit controversial and disruptive. Clovershine was the youngest of the five kits born to her parents after their short, but fiery love introduction and it was a good thing Fawnstripe had her last or she’d rob the poor queen of all the energy she had left. Personality wise, Clovershine is just truly not to be messed with. She can be fiercely competitive, willing to fight to get her way to the top and win at nearly any cost- only stopping as to not hurt a clanmate. She’s passionate to the core and dedicates her life to snooping for any act of injustice and putting an end to it. She has a deep affinity for the cats the Clan shuns or that keep apart from the rest and she makes it her mission to make them all feel at home- after all the Valley belongs to no one individually, but all collectively. Her determination drives her to be sort of a fire fight fire kinda gal, being a bit sharp tongued and aggressive if pushed to the brink, but she has her brother, the much calmer and reasonable Stagleap to keep her in check. If that sounds a little like someone you know… well Clover’s father thought so too and when looking in his youngest daughter’s eyes it was no doubt that maybe just a little bit of Victoryecho’s spirit resided in the fearless cat. While Stagleap took their father and grandmother’s body types, Clovershine was the clear heir apparent to her grandmother’s legacy and takes great pride in being compared to the legendary warrior. She is very close to her father being the apple of her eye and her inspiration as a warrior to be better, stronger and wiser for her Clan and while she loves her mother dearly, she stuck to Cloverblade’s flank like a burr the moment she could open her eyes. Clovershine is a beautiful cat as well- and the fire and beauty make her a bit of a tricky case when Anlach comes. Clovershine has her mother’s smaller, lighter frame but still packs lean, powerful muscle that makes her a tough opponent in dueling as she has both strength and agility in fairly copious amounts. She has thick, glossy golden and white fur that grants her name and the fur towards her midsection is slightly longer. Her ears are slightly big and straight and they fade to the lightest of golden at the tips which are lightly tufted. She has a thick, plumy fox-like tail like her mother, but the pale ice-blue eyes she sports are the exact same shape, size and intensity as her late grandmother’s- but in the times when she’s laughing, they crinkle the same way that her father’s do. || Kit/Warrior. Dedicated. Fiercely loving. Just that girl. || Daughter of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe’s first litter. Littermate to Stagleap, Daisytuft, Hayprancer and Fogbird. Granddaughter of Fogspell and Palesmoke and the late Victoryecho. || Heterosexual. || cowbird.
Fogkit (Fogbird)- thick-furred, soft-furred very pale silvery-gray she-cat with a thick tail that curls at the end elegantly, a pale gray nose and brilliant, deep blue eyes. The arrival of a fifth kit from little ol' Fawnstripe's womb was quite the surprise to even the medicine cats delivering the kits. It was as if this one had been hiding in the fray, biding her time and appeared jussst when the time was right. Therefore her grandfather Palesmoke always said her birth was a sign of what her future held and maybe, just maybe... he was right. Fogbird grew up to be one of the most skilled and efficent hunters in the clan. She had the patience to wait for the right fish, the lightness to creep up on mice and birds till the last minute and, despite her thick long fur, the speed and accuracy to take down a rabbit before it found the shelter of the meadows. Named after her other maternal grandfather, Fogspell, she grew up to be a lot like him and her knowledge and patience helped her become a well-admired warrior and sought out mentor for many young cats that found themselves in the Valley. Yet, as curses always do, she found herself carrying Fogspell's fickleness when it came to the matters of the heart and emotions. Fogbird has found it very hard to settle down and far too many toms have known her more than she'd like to admit- but she's working on it I guess? She is extremely loyal to her family despite her lack of romantic discipline and often wishes she could emulate her parents marriage. She defends them stoutly against all the naysayers who still couldnt understand how their age difference worked. Her relaxed personality often made her the subject of the energetic and intuitive Clovershine and the two sisters hardly saw eye to eye as young cats, but grew to understand the other as time went on. She was far closer to Daisytuft and loves to spend time with her grandfathers and great-aunt, Mouseear who doted on Fogbird and her littermates since before they opened their eyes. || Kit/future Warrior. || Fifth and youngest kit of Cloverblade and Fawnstripe's first litter. || Littermate to Daisytuft, Hayprancer, Stagleap and Clovershine. Granddaughter of Fogspell and Palesmoke and the late Victoryecho. || Bisexual. || cowbird.
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 2, 2024 20:07:47 GMT -5
(I forgot a Bantem is a type of bird and imma use that for someone's name.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 3, 2024 13:06:11 GMT -5
(I'm going to finish my Toyhouse update tonight and reply. I am. I am. I am.)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 4, 2024 3:07:27 GMT -5
(I'm going to finish my Toyhouse update tonight and reply. I am. I am. I am.) (Just kidding)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 9, 2024 2:32:34 GMT -5
(I'll be back soon, Abe. I promise. 💙)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 15, 2024 4:26:10 GMT -5
Abe the Babe
(Sorry for the horrendously late reply, my love. I should be able to keep up with it for the most part now. Mikah said she should be back pretty soon too. <3) --- "It's just my fur. Makes me look poofy." Forest rolled his eyes, ruffled the fur between Peregrinewing's ears- much to her distaste and displeasure- then headed off to help his mother carry the prey that she and Mallowstream had collected. Perry watched this with wide eyes before she turned her wild green gaze to the burly she-cat who held her heart and rubbed her face against Mallow's cheek. "That's an impressive haul! You and momma must have hunted from here to Golden Falls. Great catch." Her eyes were twinkling as she tilted her head a bit to the side. "How are you two getting along- you and momma? I know she can be a little tense sometimes, but that's just how she is from raising us by herself you know. I'm sorry if she's a little pressing at times. She's been very involved with us since Q got hurt in the flood. I think she just realized how close she came to losing one of her kits and it has her backed into a corner. I just wanted to apologize." ~ "Yes, Sunnyarch makes everything for me!" Harbinger purred warmly. "He's the best son I could asked for- really. Uhm... You know, I'm not really sure what the process involves to be honest! He brings a vine and wraps it around my feet- or whatever part of my body he's making something for- and then he uses that to measure sizes and just weaves things. He's the best cat if you need something crafted- let me tell you. Especially for Anlach." "What's Anlach?" Meadowkit asked with wide eyes. "Oh, your parents haven't told you yet about Anlach?" Harbinger flicked a bat-like ear in amusement. "Well, it's a valley tradition! I've heard some of the other clans are going to start celebrating it as well- as it was originally a festival shared by all when the clans lived on Warrior Island." "What's Warrior Island?!" Meadowkit was poofing up with excitement of all the things she was learning. "How long ago was that?!" "Oh, several hundred years ago, my dear Meadowkit. Way back longer than anyone can remember. You'd have to ask Antlershard about the true depth behind it though- I'm afraid as a cat who wasn't valley-born, I don't know as much as some others and I've heard he's the best cat in the clan for history. So if you're wanting to know about Warrior Island- I'd ask Antlershard. But Anlach I know quite a bit about actually. It's a celebration of mateship and unions. You would gather something fondly- something that makes you think of someone you love very much- and it is called a 'token'. You can then have the token dressed up if you'd like- into a necklace or a ring or a crown- and gift it to the cat you have feelings for. If they accept and gift you a token back, it's a public display that lets all others know of your courtship. It's always been one of my favorite parts of Cloudclan actually." "That sounds so romantic," Meadowkit sighed dreamily- trying to dig through all the kits and apprentices in the clan to think if there was one she'd get a token for. For a moment, she thought of Snowpaw, and her ears burned hot when she pictured his green eyes. She flicked her ears to calm the tingling and tried to hide her brief moment of embarrassment from her brother before he noticed. ~ "Your father being one of them," Cloverblade responded to her first bit before he flicked his ears, a small bit of clarity crossing the green in his eyes. "Fogspell dislikes me. Not as a warrior, or even a friend, or even someone who is very nearly his kin had he been clan-born. He dislikes me for you. And for all the reasons I gave you. He's worried I'm too old and you're too young and that one day my legs will give out and you'll spend your glory years caring for me instead of being a vibrant warrior. And now look at you? Stars, Fawnstripe. You're still a fresh warrior and you're already going to be moving to the nursery. Fogspell will slit my throat in my nest and to be honest, I can't say I blame him. Realistically, I wouldn't want one of the clan's most senior warriors to pair off with one of our bunch..." uncertainty filled Cloverblade's eyes again but he silenced himself so that she could continue. He listened to her carefully and hung on every word. And in some small way, being reminded that the kits did have so much kin brought him endless comfort. Woodenspire and Moonflower had their impressive lot. And it wouldn't surprise Cloverblade a single bit if they had more kits in the future. Woody loved her and their balance of spice and kindness was something rare in the clan. Of course... there was the army of lineage from Doveheart. She could definitely love his kits enough for the entire world. He took a long, deep breath, and gave a small nod of his head. "How do you always know what to say when I don't know what I'm feeling?" he lifted a massive paw, cupped her cheek, and gave her mouth a soft kiss. "Thank you, baby. You made me feel a lot better... let's redo this a little. I'm excited! I really am. I can't wait to tell Val. He'll be so thrilled..." something gently sad spread across his face and Cloverblade chuckled. "I wish Momma was alive for this. She'd be so proud. I'm happy that her legacy doesn't have to end with me. Now Victoryecho's blood will run through the clan for many generations... long after Val and I are gone." ~ For a moment, an uncomfortable silence spread around him. (Spare for the constant low roar of hundreds of chattering cats and the whispers from those near him). Then the thin lichen that was draped over the entrance to the elder's den shifted and a shadowy figure came out from inside the hollowed log. But not the cat who he was looking for. Almost. But not quite. Cinnamonsky's milky miscolored eyes met Ashfox's with an odd clarity. She tilted her head, the gray along her muzzle shining vibrantly in the bright sun. A few cats nearby dipped their heads to her and Cinnamonsky flicked her tail back to acknowledge them. She looked around- taking in the new warriors she didn't recognize and the new kits whose names she couldn't remember. Then she met Ashfox's eyes again and, yet again, some of her understanding returned. "I can't remember your name," she said softly with a twitch of her whiskers. "I remember when you were a kit. And an apprentice. I remember your warrior ceremony. But I can't remember your name. I'm sorry." She flicked her tail only once and clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "My daughter likes you though. And I'm betting from that distraught look on her face that you like her too- hm?" (Rping Cinna outside of her glory makes me want to sob. ;x;... Losing her is going to crush me. I cried for days over Crowshade. I wish I was exaggerating too, but I'm not.) ~ (Lemme use good ol Momma again.) "Are you sure there's nothing bothering you?" Ambercreek asked softly as she gently lifted Quietwaters' hind left leg and helped him stretch it. As a former medicine cat, she had taken up to assisting her son with his therapy once or twice a week just to keep him limber. And also it was much easier for her to corner him when he couldn't run away. Two weeks had gone by and Q had been a little off with everyone and it hadn't gone unnoticed by the cat who gave him life. "I know this recovery is long, hard, and painful... but you really are doing quite well considering you almost died, Quietwaters. Is that what's on your mind?" she paused a bit and helped him push the leg back to his body then release it again. "Are... are you and Acorntrail okay?" she asked more softly. ~ "What a sourpuss..." the familiar, slightly croaky voice was one that hadn't been heard by another cat living in moons. But it was welcome all the same. Walking steadily from the row of starlit warriors came a sight for sore eyes. She was beautiful with thick fur- a pelt gray and dappled with rich brown. And her eyes? Sage green and filled with wonder. She stopped just short of Dagger and wrinkled her nose at him. "Go take your grumpy rump back to the ring. Honest to stars, Dagger, you'd think that being dead would make you a little less hateful." Witheredleaf rolled her eyes and smiled at Morningheart softly. "Oh look at you- all grown up and about to take this next step. I'm so unbelievably proud of you." She lifted her head high and cleared her throat. "With this life, Morningheart... I give you gentleness. Because it takes someone so incredibly kind to lead a clan of hundreds. May the tenderness in your heart never waver- no matter how badly it's tested." She leaned forward and pressed her nose against his own.
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Post by cowbird on Jan 15, 2024 8:31:36 GMT -5
(Oh yayyyy!! lemme get my reply started with an attempt due date for tomorrow this time nnn. And yes Mikahhh i miss her so much i want us together again)
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Post by Goldenstar on Jan 17, 2024 19:09:10 GMT -5
(I've been sick since Saturday and I actually think I'm dying.)
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Post by cowbird on Jan 24, 2024 14:20:12 GMT -5
(I've been sick since Saturday and I actually think I'm dying.) (omg Chris??)
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