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A silvery silhouette shone, as the phases of the moon passed over the night sky in the form of an eclipse. The wind whispered through the trees on the side of the mountain, singing its soft song, as all stood quiet within the night. It was Erie how soft spoken the forest was for once. Not a creature made a sound. It was as if all the creatures of the wood were watching. Waiting for something dark to happen. It was just then when a screech was heard deep within the depths of the woods. It was the sound of a mother losing her infant. 

 

Voices were arising just beneath a ravine. A camp was hidden in the brambles within the darkest part of the forest. Angry voices started shouting and a mother was weeping by the side of her den. Her kits gathered around her. "This isn't the first time a cats been taken ____star! We need to do something, otherwise soon enough there will be no cat left in the clan. We need to act now!" A riot was starting up and the clan was unhappy. On this night a kit was stolen from its mothers nest. Cats have been popping up missing from patrols, and from the camp when no one else is around. No one knows of the evil that is lurking in the wooded mountains where Raven clan lives, but they are about to find out. 

 

Raven Clan are Proud, Loyal, and are devoted to following Starclans path. Could there be a traitor in their midst? 

The warrior code, and rules of the clans:

 

 

 

Meet the Clan: (Ranking) 

 

 

 

Leader: Frogstar- A grey and white she cat with solid green eyes. Slightly shorter and skinnier than the average cat. Her fur tends to be unruly, especially around her left shoulder which sports a narly old scar from her younger days. ( 33 moons, she cat, 2 lives left, Rose)

Deputy: Slatejaw- A brawny muscular Tom, with broad shoulders, a square jaw, thick stocky legs,  and large paws. He is dark grey in color and has Steele silver eyes. (Stonetooth, male, 32 moons)

Medicine Cat: Starwalker: He's around the size of a young apprentice, though his musculature and bone structure is that of a cat his age; so while he's extremely tiny he does not look like an apprentice. He's also emaciated looking, bones protruding along his spine, hips, and ribs; as if he's not eaten properly in moons. However, since he knows he's hard to look at thanks to his fur, deformities, and size he's always immaculately groomed and put together. What cannot be seen is that Starwalker's bones are extremely brittle, as in if he's even gently knocked over there's a great chance something will break; even tripping over something can be detrimental as he learned as a kit. He actually has a type of hyperthyroidism, so his unusual skinniness and brittle bones can be explained; just not in cat terms.(Male, 64 moons, Alcarie)

Medicine Cat Apprentice: 

 

Warriors:

Nimbleleaf: A scrawny long legged white Tom with patches of brown tabby fur. He also has a long skinny fluffy tail. Light green eyes. (Stone tooth, male, 21 moons)

 

Lizardtongue:  A long legged tom with diluted, sandy-grey fur. He has pale yellow eyes with pupils that always seem to be narrowed into slits. Short-furred with faint gray tabby stripes along his spine and legs. Nimble and lithe, Lizardtongue is hardy and has a healthy dose of stamina. (Male, 26 moons, Rose305)

 

lavenderwilt: A slender long furred she-cat with a large white patch on her chest and throat. She has bright, earthy green eyes and white tufts of fur in her ears. She is slight shorter than the average, however she is well built and surprisingly strong. She has a long, fluffy tail that was broke during her apprentice-good, healing back crooked. It does not damage her balance too badly and she has learned to coup with it, however, that is how she earn her warrior name. (she cat, 23 moons, Rose305)

 

Sootmask: Burly tom with broad shoulders. Long, gray fur the darkens towards his paws and tail while the markings across his face almost appear as if he exposed himself to a fire. This physical feature heavily influencing his name. Pale blue eyes. (male, 36 moons, Rose305)

 

Singedwhisker: He's a large, bulky cat with large paws, broad shoulders, and a thick pelt that protects him from some blows. He's not made for speed nor agility, but makes up for it in strength, stamina, and an intimidating presence. His fur is long, thick, and coarse. It's a dark brown with lighter 'feathers' around his neck, belly, and tail. His eyes are large in his face and a bright hazel. (Tom, 39 moons, Alcarie)

 

Moonshine: A long furred white she cat, with large black spots and black fluffy tail. She has heterochromia eyes. They are green and blue. (She cat 32 moons, pinki madness)

 

Darkblossom: Muscular black and brown tothoiseshell cat, with white/grey patches. His eyes are golden. (32 moons, Pink madnesss)

 

Waterdance: A silvery grey tabby she cat with warm amber eyes and bold, black stripes. Average in size yet dainty and sure footed. She has dark pink paw pads to match her nose. (She cat, 33 moons, Rose)

Troutleap: The largest of her siblings, troutleap is taller than the average cat and slightly bulky, making her almost seem tomish in a way. She has white and ginger tbaby furwith large greenish amber eyes. (33 moons, she cat, Rose)

 

 

 

 

Apprentices: 

Bearpaw: an all dark brown she cat. Her fur is so dark it's almost black. She's rather skinny, but her muscles are visible under her Sheek pelt. Her eyes are a golden bronze color. (Stonetooth, she cat, 11 moons)

 

Kestrelpaw:Kestelpaw is a medium sized cat with short legs and large paws. He's muscular, but it's not visible underneath his fur. Said fur is thick,  orange with burnt orange tabby stripes, and has a large white splotch on his chest and back right paw. His eyes are a light green. (Male, 12 moons, Alcarie) 

 

Pantherpaw: Pantherpaw is tall and lanky with little visible muscle mass. His long legs and gangly body means he's fast and agile, but not powerful. His dark grey fur is just light enough to show his black spotting that tends to be nearly invisible unless underneath the sunlight. His belly, chest, and chin are a light tan. Pantherpaw's eyes are a light hazel. (Male, 11 1/2 moons, Alcarie.)

 

Heavenpaw: A long furred light silver tabbyt cat with some darker grey and cream patches. He has deep copper colored eyes. (Tom 10 moons, Pink madness)

 

Queens:

Duskpetal: a lovely, silky dark grey she cat, with black tabby stripes throughout her body. She has silver lining on her toes, tail, eyes and ears. She has pretty pale blue eyes. And a dark brick pink nose.(Stonetooth, she cat, 25 moons)

 

Patchpelt: Patchpelt is a medium-sized, robust she-cat. She looks a bit 'heftier' then she is thanks to her fluffy, thick pelt. She's not fast but she tries to make up for it in agility and plain-ole viciousness when fighting or hunting. Her fur is tortoiseshell, mostly black with different shades of brown flecked throughout. Her eyes are a light hazel and her tail is a plume. (She cat, 31 moons, Alcarie) 

 

Kits:

Shorekit & Cliffkit :shorekit and cliffkit are basically twins. The she cat is a bit fluffier than her brother with longer eartufts. She also has a bit more orange tint, where her brother is a bit more pale like their mother.(Both 5 moons, she cat, male)

 

Elders:

 

 

 

My charries:

 

 

 

Name: Slatejaw

Gender:tom

Age: 32 moons

Rank: Deputy

Description: A large brawny muscular Tom, with broad shoulders, a square jaw, thick stocky legs,  and large paws. He has a scruffy greyish brown coat, with a long fluffy ringed tail. Silver green eyes. Battlescared.

Personality: Slatejaw is Frogstars other half. He is strong, steady, and down to earth. He has a very gruff voice, and can come off in a bad mood. Personality wise he has a very rough exterior. He can be a tad bitter and sharp tongued. He doesn't really handle silliness well. Where Frogstar is lazy and unkempt, Slatejaw makes up for is responsibility and holding a tight paw over everything she slacks off in. Though he holds respect for the she cat for she truly does lover her clan, and knows how to fight in battle. Sometimes the tom wished that she would just support him more when it called for more serious matters.

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History: Clan born.

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Name: Nimbleleaf

Gender: tom

Age: 21 moons

Rank: warrior

Description: A semi- scrawny long legged white Tom with patches of dark orange tabby fur all throughout his body. He also has a skinny fluffy tail. Light hazel eyes.

Personality: Nimbleleaf is actually a rather sweet cat decide his rather scruffy exterior. If he were a wolf he might've been an omega for the silly and odd ways he goes about things. He can be a tad bit lazy, but you can always find him helping whenever he cat. As well as playing with the kits and teaching them "Battle moves" (Really just play fighting with them) Nimbleleaf may also be mistaken for the nice guy, but one day all he really dreams of is having some kits of his own, and a mate to love.

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History: Clan born

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Name: Bearpaw

Gender: she cat

Age: 11 moons

Rank: apprentice

Description: an all dark brown she cat. . She's rather skinny, but her muscles are visible under her Sheek pelt. Her eyes are a golden green color.

Personality: stubborn, know-it-all, impulsive, snappy, feisty, courageous,determined , emotional, intelligent, and loyal. Bearpaw goes by a lot of things but Humble is not one of them.

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History: clan born

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Name: Duskpetal

Gender: she cat

Age: 25 moons

Rank: queen

Description: a lovely, silky dark grey she cat, with black tabby stripes throughout her body. She has silver lining on her toes, tail, eyes and ears. She has pretty pale blue eyes. And a dark brick pink nose

Personality: Not an overly sensitive or emotional she cat. She has a fair head, and is slightly strict with her kits, but loves them fiercely.

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Crush/Mate:

History: Clan born

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Name: Shorekit and Cliffkit

Gender: she cat, and tom

Age: 5 moons

Rank: kits

Description: shorekit and cliffkit are basically twins. The she cat is a bit fluffier than her brother with longer eartufts. She also has a bit more orange tint, where her brother is a bit more pale like their mother.

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african-wildcat_gallery_6.jpgName: Lizardtongue

Gender: Male

Age: 26 Moons

Description: A long legged tom with diluted, sandy-grey fur. He has pale yellow eyes with pupils that always seem to be narrowed into slits. Short-furred with faint gray tabby stripes along his spine and legs. Nimble and lithe, Lizardtongue is hardy and has a healthy dose of stamina.

Personality: Lizardtongue is quiet spoken, preferring to listen to conversations rather than actively joining in. The tom does not seek out social interactions however he does not run from them either. He believes it is important to have communication within a clan, especially between Mentor and Apprentice. Lizardtongue has a soft spot for kits and younger warriors/apprentices, though he greatly lacks emotional expression his actions tend to speak louder than words. His first reaction during raids or dangerous situations is to ensure the safety of the nursery or to provide aid to the less able cats. 

However, despite his silent, caring nature Lizardtongue can be quite violent. He used to struggle with his anger and often lashed out at his litter-mates and fellow apprentices. He had a rather sharp and brutal tongue in his apprentice-hood that often got him into trouble. However, a tragic event the occurred the few days after his warrior name would scar him for life. However, when pushed beyond his limits of patience Lizardtongue will lash out. He is actually slightly afraid of himself now.

Kin/Kits: Father Unknown, Mother Deceased (natural causes). if someone wants to be a brother or sister that's fine, one or two siblings will be deceased due to the accident mentioned above. We can talk about it if anyone is interested. :) 

Crush/Mate: None Currently.

History: Lizardtongue was born into a litter of (3 or 4) litter-mates. He has quite the temper and violent nature and picked fights with other kittens and apprentices often. Later however, after a tragic accident had taken the lives of (1 or 2) litter-mates, Lizardtongue fell silent, seeming to blame himself for the accident. Becoming just as diluted in emotion as his fur. It took Lizardtongue several moons to recover mentally and by then he made an obvious personality change, showing a kinder, gentler side of himself. However, he doubts he can ever make up for his wrongs, nor ever full change.

Other: Meh, nothing I can think of. It's been so long since I've role played, super excited! ^^ 

 

6edycw.pngName: Lavenderwilt

Gender: Female

Age: 23 Moons

Description: A slender long furred she-cat with a large white patch on her chest and throat. She has bright, earthy green eyes and white tufts of fur in her ears. She is slight shorter than the average, however she is well built and surprisingly strong. She has a long, fluffy tail that was broke during her apprentice-good, healing back crooked. It does not damage her balance too badly and she has learned to coup with it, however, that is how she earn her warrior name. 

Personality: Lavenderwilt is a kind, bubbly, cheerful cat who takes the time to enjoy the simple things in life and always looks for the silver linings even in the worst of times. Perhaps a result of her own physical blight, Lavenderwilt is very determined and constantly gives out encouragement and advice to those around her. She believes that anything is possible. 

Lavenderwilt likes to spend her free time walking through the woods, enjoying the fresh air, flowers, and dappled sunlight. She is thankful for her life and never takes anything for granted. She would gladly pay her life down for clan-mates without a seconds hesitation. She would even do it for a stranger. She sees the good in everyone, no matter how evil (she will defend herself and others though if anyone threatens them).

Kin/Kits: None, open.

Crush/Mate: None Currently.

History: Lavenderwilt was born into the clan, either as an only kit or with siblings if anyone wants to be one. She went through a trying time as an apprentice when she lost her footing on a rocky outcrop and fell, lodging her tail in a crevasse. It took some careful maneuvering on her mentor's part to pull her up and out from her hanging position, her tail having broken from the stress and strain of her weight. She pressed on however and worked hard to improve her balance, never once giving up. She was granted her warrior name only a two moons after her siblings/apprentice-mates.

Other: Meh. 

 

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Name: Sootmask

Gender: Male

Age: 36 moons

Description: Burly tom with broad shoulders. Long, gray fur the darkens towards his paws and tail while the markings across his face almost appear as if he exposed himself to a fire. This physical feature heavily influencing his name. Pale blue eyes.

Personality: Sootmask used to be a complete goofball as a kit and well into his apprentice-hood. As he grew older his antics calmed somewhat however he proudly still harbors a easy, warm sense of humor. In adulthood Sootmask is mature, thorough headed, and rather clever when he wants to be. 

Sootmask is humble and not a very vain or prideful cat, though he does have a bit of a teasing side and may boast because of it out of brotherly love for his clan-mates. But, when the situation calls for it, Sootmask will rise to the occasion and project a much more serious and mindful persona.

Kin/Kits: None, open.

Crush/Mate: None Currently.

History: Born into clan. 

Other: If no important position are taken by the time the RP starts he can take which ever needs filling.

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Yayy!! I'm super excited already and have already fallen in love with lizardtongue. Can't wait to start! Lizardtongue is accepted, can't wait to hear about the other one. ^_^ I also haven't roleyplayed in a while. I thought a warrior cats role play would be a great way to start that off. (Curious as well about his "accident")

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@Stonetooth :D Awesome, I'll finish Lavenderwilt and might add one more as soon as I can! :) You can never go wrong with a Warrior Cat RP. ;) 

(I'm thinking on of his rash moves results in an unfortunate death or maiming of his litter-mates. Not quite sure how yet, gonna try to think of something more original then a rock slide or a fox attack *shrugs*)

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Name: Starwalker

Gender: Tom

Age: 64 Moons

Rank: Medicine Cat?

Description: He's around the size of a young apprentice, though his musculature and bone structure is that of a cat his age; so while he's extremely tiny he does not look like an apprentice. He's also emaciated looking, bones protruding along his spine, hips, and ribs; as if he's not eaten properly in moons. However, since he knows he's hard to look at thanks to his fur, deformities, and size he's always immaculately groomed and put together. What cannot be seen is that Starwalker's bones are extremely brittle, as in if he's even gently knocked over there's a great chance something will break; even tripping over something can be detrimental as he learned as a kit. He actually has a type of hyperthyroidism, so his unusual skinniness and brittle bones can be explained; just not in cat terms.

Personality: Though becoming medicine cat was not his first choice with what he wanted to do with his future, Starwalker tries not to let his disappointment with his lot in life slow him down or stop him from doing his duties to his fullest abilities. And though limited in what he can do, is not an angry, bitter, or hateful cat. In fact he's pretty peppy and happy (most of the time), because he's alive, he's helping his clanmates, and for the moment he can walk. Now that's not to say he's annoyingly perky, Starwalker is a bit mild-mannered and deceptively calm when working or around his leader and deputy. He's got an undertone of sarcasm typically, and can shoot off his mouth rather quickly; he will tell anyone that stupid questions deserve snarky answers. He's smart with a good memory, which is what allowed him to pursue his tasks, though disliked, at a young age and do them well. Persistent towards his goals, he's no one to give up at anything he's doing, nor admit defeat easily; and he can become quite aggressive if told there's no way he can do something. Starwalker has gained the knowledge that sometimes a shoulder to lean on, or an ear to listen to someone, can be more effective then herbs in certain circumstances, which is something he's hoping to pass onto his apprentice. And he's good at both, being a cat whose social and enjoys spending time outside of his den with his clanmates; even if getting out is becoming harder to do with each passing leafbare. Knowing that he likely won't see to many more seasons has not slowed him down, and he's not told anyone else how bad he's truly gotten. He simply wants to do his duties to his clan to the fullest, and know that it will be left in good paws when he finally passes over.

Kin/Kits: Silentsky (Brother / Deceased)

Crush/Mate: Swiftdarkness (Deceased)

History: Born as an only kit to a disease stricken mother, Starwalker was the only kit from the litter to survive, his mother didn't either. His aunt instead took him in, raised him with her own kit, Silentkit, who was a few moons older. But she never saw the tiny Starwalker as her own, and didn't give much thought to his name. Simply called his Tinykit, due to his size. As Tinykit grew it became clear something was not right, as he didn't grow as quickly as he should, and even simply falls would put him out of commission for days. At five moons Tinykit was allowed to venture just from the camp, and of course tripped on a root as he was playing with the other kits. A broken front paw, still not completely healed, handicapped him during his apprentice ceremony. A ceremony which did not go as he'd hoped. Smart, but physically weak, he was given to the Medicine Cat as an apprentice, which left a bitter taste in his mouth. Tinykit became Tinypaw, and though he did very well as a medicine cat apprentice it's not where he heart truly lay; he longed to venture out with his brother. After his mentor died when he was only fourteen moons old, Tinypaw knew he had to stick to being Medicine Cat since he was the only one left to do it, and during his naming ceremony asked his leader in private if he could have a different name, something that reflected who he was in a cat rather than his looks. His wish was granted, and Tinypaw became Starwalker. Of course life was never easy for him-- as he grew his illness just became worse; he began losing weight, his bones became even more brittle, and he began to hurt. His light in life, and a secret no one in the clan knows, is that Starwalker did have a mate, a tom who saw past his horrible looks and was the first to truly seem to see who Starwalker was outside of Silentsky. The two kept it a secret from the rest of the clan for over 43 moons, for obvious reasons, and Starwalker never felt like he was breaking the warriors code. He always told himself Starclan owed him something for all the crap he's put up with and would continue putting up with for the rest of his life. His mate has only recently passed away from old age and Silentsky a moon later after disappearing from a afternoon patrol and reappearing as a corpse. In many ways Starwalker longs to join them in Starclan; or perhaps he'll only meet with Swiftdarkness where ever their going for breaking the code. But first, he's got something things to finish and if he's more likely to snap now...well it's not anyone's business.

Other: Nothing of Importance.

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Name: Kestrelpaw {Kestrelflight}

Gender: Tom

Age: 12 Moons

Rank: Apprentice

Description: Kestelpaw is a medium sized cat with short legs and large paws. He's muscular, but it's not visible underneath his fur. Said fur is thick,  orange with burnt orange tabby stripes, and has a large white splotch on his chest and back right paw. His eyes are a light green.

Personality: Kestrelpaw is a lot like a tree: steady and extremely hard to move, and rarely falls over due to adversary. He's a soft spoken cat who attempts to keep a heart of gold, always someone who tries to see the good in everyone and saddened when cats' actions or words are unjustified or plainly prejudiced. To him, everyone is inherently good, but circumstances or challenges to big to beat can cause a cat to go dark. This can make him seem like he's got blinders on, or is blind to the truth and refuses to see whats right in front of him. Which is, in some ways, completely true. Kestralpaw's trust and willingness to obscure others' true intentions can make him gullible and easily manipulated or hurt. But at the same time he's also not stupid, and is always weary of the world, not the cats, around him. He knows the likeliness of being hurt by something is high, and since he's got a sensible head on his shoulders Kestrelpaw's cautious and tries not to 'poke the sleeping bear'. For a cat of only twelve moons, Kestrelpaw seems pretty 'grown up'. This is likely just because he's focused and finds some of the things young warriors do as stupid and immature; the only cat who can make Kestrelpaw act like a cat of twelve moons is his bestfriend Pantherpaw. Some cats have complained that he's an old soul in a young body. But for Kestrelpaw he simply goes about his duties without complaint (normally). Like most young cats Kestrelpaw is ambitious and has dreams of rising through the ranks. Though he knows it'll likely never happen, Kestelpaw is still young and naive enough to hope. On a day-to-day basis he's always rearing to go, whether it be to hunt, patrol, or help with duties around the camp. Kestrelpaw is a social cat, so chatting aimlessly, or helping out others with his 'big brother' mentality, is always something he's open for.

Kin/Kits: Unnamed / Unimportant / Open

Crush/Mate: Unlikely, but possible

History: Nothing of importance. He was born in the clan and plans to die in the clan.

Other: Nothing of importance.

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Name: Pantherpaw {Panthergaze}

Gender: Tom

Age: 11 1/2 Moons

Rank: Apprentice

Description: Pantherpaw is tall and lanky with little visible muscle mass. His long legs and gangly body means he's fast and agile, but not powerful. His dark grey fur is just light enough to show his black spotting that tends to be nearly invisible unless underneath the sunlight. His belly, chest, and chin are a light tan. Pantherpaw's eyes are a light hazel.

Personality: Pantherpaw is a very outgoing cat, typically all faux-shy smiles and bright eyes. He's exuberant and constantly curious about, not only the world around him, but also the cats surrounding him. He wants to fit in, wants to be a part of something bigger so he's not alone, so he is always trying to impress the warriors in hopes they'll keep him around for one reason or another so he can listen and learn. Pantherpaw is not a suck-up, however, and does not necessarily care to speak his mind; though he does try to think through his words before speaking them if who he's talking to is much higher ranking. He's learned over the course of his apprenticeship that back talking can get his scrawny butt kicked in training and by his mentor. Pantherpaw can be a snarky cat, typically played for laughs, and loves to be around others his own age to talk, hunt, and explore. Patience is not so much something he's good at, nor is dealing with blood as it makes him queasy, standing up to cats/creatures bigger then him alone, or handling newcomers. To Pantherpaw cats not born in the clan (though they don't have to be clan blood) aren't trustworthy.

Kin/kits: Palemoon (Mother/Deceased) / Unknown Father/ Open

Crush/Mate: Perhaps later

History: Because she-cats aren't forced to tell who the father to her kits are Palemoon never did. So Pantherpaw grew up without a father figure, and was never particularly close to his mother. Palemoon died from a snake bite when Pantherpaw was seven moons and for the first time in his life Pantherpaw truly felt alone - though he was surrounded by cats. Likely because of this its why he tries so hard to fit in and become a warrior. He likes to think he father was a clancat, though does not necessarily want to meet him, but worries that he was a deserter.

Other: Nothing of importance.

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Name: Patchpelt

Gender: She-cat

Age: 31 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Description: Patchpelt is a medium-sized, robust she-cat. She looks a bit 'heftier' then she is thanks to her fluffy, thick pelt. She's not fast but she tries to make up for it in agility and plain-ole viciousness when fighting or hunting. Her fur is tortoiseshell, mostly black with different shades of brown flecked throughout. Her eyes are a light hazel and her tail is a plume.

Personality: Patchpelt is most definitely a cat resolute in her opinion that, though she's female, she is just as conductive to clan-life and the protection and development of Ravenclan as the toms. She does not belittle the males though, knows that they are important, but she's all about equality between the two. She'd grown up with a bit of an aloof mother who taught her the values of being a strong-willed she-cat and Patchpelt loved the idea. Wanted to be like her mother, Falconwing, who didn't cower at anything, who'd stood resolutely beside her mate in the face of any challenge. So from a young age she molded herself into someone who voices her opinions (sometimes in the wrong situation), won't back down easily, and is resolute in her ideals and values. This makes her hard-headed and contrary, a cat whose likely a bit too proud at times. She wants so badly to become a cat her mother would have been proud of: a iron-willed, headstrong she-cat. But by trying to become this she's lost a lot of her gentler nature; or maybe not so much lost as she's never learned how to let it show properly. When she needs to show a little delicacy she's not sure how to go about it and often fumbles, so she's resigned herself to staying away from situations that require a soft-touch. But now that she's learned she's going to be a mother and is going to have to learn how to be loving and a care-giver she's scared out of her mind. She's worried she's going to inevitably screw her kits up and completely fail as a queen. For a cat whose always prided herself on being in control of herself and the situation the fact that this is so completely out of her comfort zone is driving her crazy. Which is why she's hidden the fact she's pregnant for so long; but now that she's beginning to show she knows the secret will soon be out and she'll be herded off the nursery where she'll surely worry her fur out with nothing to take her mind off the coming moons.

Kin/Kits: Singedwhisker {Brother} / Will have three kits in the future {two are open}

Crush/Mate: Perhaps Later / Nope

History: Patchpelt had a simple kithood, with no extraordinary circumstances or personal losses. She was the sole kit of her parents second litter and the only she-kit: thus was pampered and coddled by both her father, Ashenbird, and her older brother, Singedwhisker (Singedpaw at the time). Her mother Falconwing, though attentive to Patchpelt, was not a particularly affectionate cat and had the opinion that she-cats were not simply lovers, soft and sweet, but also fighters. She wanted to instill this value into her daughter- wanted to teach Patchpelt that her place was beside the toms, not hiding behind them in the nursery. Patchpelt took her mothers teachings to heart and from a young age sought to 'be one with the boys' so to speak. Much of her ability to be one of the guys stemmed from watching and learning from her brother, who never once blinked at the thought of his little sister growing up just as rough, bawdy, and crass as most young toms. He worried about her though and she knew it; not that it stopped her. Growing up, form apprentice to young warrior, Patchpelt remained close to Singedwhisker and used him as a shoulder from comfort when she felt she needed it though it was always out of sight of the others. Out of all the cats in the clan Patchpelt felt that it was her steadfast older brother who she could trust her innermost secrets and soft spots too. He'd not judge her.
Patchpelt realized fairly quickly that she had one sharp contrast with the typical she-cat, other than the obvious tom-boyishness. She, though friends with them, had no interest in toms romantically. She couldn't see being confined to the nursery, detested even the thought that she would be cooped in a small den where she'd have to rely on a male to provide her with food and protection. So, unlike so many she-cats who'd found their 'other half', Patchpelt simply sneered at the notion and went on her merry way. At least until she made a rather embarrassing mistake. She had a bit of a 'tryst' with a tom, with no emotional attachment or plans for the future. Next thing she knew she was pregnant, embarrassed, and horrified with herself. She's kept this fact to herself, even from her brother, but knows soon she'll begin showing and then will be forced into the nursery.

Other: Two of her kits are open to be played; if no one takes them they'll be killed off quickly. Also, if someone wants to be the kits father that's fine with me as well.

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Name: Singedwhisker

Gender: Tom

Age: 39 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Description: He's a large, bulky cat with large paws, broad shoulders, and a thick pelt that protects him from some blows. He's not made for speed nor agility, but makes up for it in strength, stamina, and an intimidating presence. His fur is long, thick, and coarse. It's a dark brown with lighter 'feathers' around his neck, belly, and tail. His eyes are large in his face and a bright hazel.

Personality: Singedwhisker is quite the opposite of his sister Patchpelt. Where she's stubborn and likes doing things on her own, Singedwhisker is a socially orientated cat. Even when an apprentice Singedwhisker always had the impulse to be helpful, always desired to be needed in some way; even if it was something as small as fetching new bedding or putting mouse-bile on elders' ticks. These were the types of things he enjoyed doing because it made him feel like he was doing something constructive. The first time he saw Patchpelt after her birth Singedwhisker knew there was no going back; he'd do anything for his little sister, would give anything to her she requested. To his amusement their father often did the same - was much the same cat Singedwhisker grew up to become. Both toms knew it was the she-cats that ran their little family unit and both were more than happy with it that way. Because of his mother Singedwhisker had always admired and respected the she-cats, never saw them as 'lesser' or things to be objectified and sent to the nursery to care for kits; likely the reason he's never taken a mate. He took to being a big brother easily and readily, but came to learn that Patchpelt didn't particularly like being the 'little sister' and figured out that with her it was best to let her come to him if she needed support; which to his delight she sometimes did. Because he never got to play this role though and he always had a lot of caring instincts Singedwhisker instead turned to helping guide the younger apprentices if needed.
This worked well for him, made him happy, so even after becoming a warrior he still aided the younger cats. Over the seasons he's become a cultivated cat when it comes to being a confidante or simple an adviser, has learned what signs to look for when it comes to helping in specific situations. He wouldn't say he's wise per-say, but he's been around long enough he's seen most of these situations before so he can give some perspective. Though being this 'confidante' and is happy to help where he can in everyday life Singedwhisker is as amiable as Patchpelt is hard-headed. He's not one who wants to lead and will follow orders without complaint. Naturally social, Singedwhisker does enjoy being around other cats and will step into the middle of a brawl to sort things out before blood can be shed or words that cannot be taken back are spoken. He's extremely cool-headed and hates to fight, be it physical or through words. However, harm a kit or apprentice and, though older and not prone to violence, Singedwhisker does know how to use his considerable bulk and strength to his advantage.

Kin/Kits: Patchpelt {Sister}

Crush/Mate: None / Open

History: Singedwhisker grew up loved by both parents, though his mother was not exactly affectionate and had nothing extraordinary happen to him during his kithood. He was always closer to his father, Ashenbird, than his mother and grew up watching the love that was so obviously shared between Falconwing and Ashenbird. Once Patchpelt was born Singedwhisker took to being a big brother like a fish to water and as he grew up this instinct to protect and offer advise and a shoulder to lean on never left him. Instead it grew. He knew when he was much older than being anything other than a warrior was not for him and instead strived to be a cat others could count on. Though he knew some though it was odd for a cat who loved and lived as easily as he did to never have found a mate, Singedwhisker simply brushes it off.

Other: Nothing of Importance.

 

This is simply to help me; I remember cats better by writing them down myself.

Spoiler

 

Leader:
Frogstar :: 33 Moons :: Rose305

Deputy
Slatejaw :: 32 Moons :: Stonetooth

Medicine Cat
Starwalker :: 64 Moons :: Alcarie

Medicine Cat Apprentice
Open

Warriors
Nimbleleaf :: 21 Moons :: Stonetooth

Lizardtongue :: 26 Moons :: Rose305
Lavenderwilt :: 23 Moons :: Rose305
Sootmask :: 36 Moons :: Rose305
Patchpelt :: 31 Moons :: Alcarie
Moonshine :: 32 Moons :: Pink Madness
Darkblossom :: 32 Moons :: Pink Madness
Waterdance :: 33 Moons :: Rose305
Troutleap :: 33 Moons :: Rose305
Singedwhisker :: 39 Moons :: Alcarie

 

Apprentices
Bearpaw :: 11 Moons :: Stonetooth
Kestrelpaw :: 12 Moons :: Alcarie
Pantherpaw :: 11 1/2 Moons :: Alcarie
Heavenpaw :: 10 Moons :: Pink Madness

Queens
Duskpetal :: 25 Moons :: Stonetooth

Kits
Shorekit :: 5 Moons :: Stonetooth
Cliffkit :: 5 Moons :: Open

Elders
Open

Families
Waterdance, Frogstar, and Troutleap are all sisters
Duskpetal is mother to Shorekit and Cliffkit
Darkblossom and Moonshine are siblings
Patchpelt and Singedwhisker are siblings

Crushes
Moonshine has a crush on Sootmask

Mates
Starwalker and Swiftdarkness (Deceased)

Apprentices / Mentors
mentors Bearpaw
mentors Kestrelpaw
mentors Pantherpaw
mentors Heavenpaw

 

 

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@Stonetooth I'll go ahead and make a leader and one/two more warriors to fill in the empty space. I don't mind role playing with just the three of us unless you want to wait longer for more people. :) 

I'll try to get them up before work but it might not be till later tonight.

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Kuvahaun tulos haulle heterochromia cat

Name: Moonshine

Gender: She-cat

Age: 32 moons

Rank: Warrior

Description: She is long furred white cat, with large black spots and black fluffy tail. She have a heterochromia eyes, green and blue.

Personality: 

kin/kits: Darkblossom (Brother)/ open

Crush/Mate: Sootmask / open

History: Undesided

Other: -

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Name: Darkblossom

Gender: Agender (Think himself as a tom)

Age: 32 moons

Rank: Warrior

Description: Muscular black and brown torthoiseshell cat, with white/grey patches. His eyes are golden. His gender is unknown and can not mother/father any kits.

Personality: 

kin/kits: Moonshine (sister) / never

Crush/Mate: open / open

History: Undesided

Other: -

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Name: Heavenpaw (Heavenflight)

Gender: Tom

Age: 10 moons

Rank: Apprentice

Description: He is long furred light silver tabby cat with some darker grey and cream patches. He have a deep copper colored eyes.

Personality: 

kin/kits: none (open) / none

Crush/Mate: undesided / open

History: Undesided

Other: -

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Name: Waterdance

Gender: Female

Age: 33 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Description: A silvery-grey tabby she-cat with warm amber eyes and bold, black stripes. Average in size yet dainty and sure footed. She dark pink paw pads that match her nose.

Personality: Kind, sweet, and very much the motherly/sister type, Waterdance is whimsical and airy with her singy song voice. She is both graceful and elegant in personality and movement, excellent at communication and word articulation which boost her charisma. These traits make her a good teacher and overall good listener. Trustworthy, loyal, and devoted to her clan-mates, especially to her sisters whom she treasures a great deal.

kin/kits: Troutleap and Frogstar (Sisters)

Crush/Mate: None Currently/Open

History: Born into clan (nothing important)

Other: Killable

 

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Name: Frogstar

Gender: Female

Age: 33 Moons

Rank: Leader

Description: And grey and white she-cat with solid green eyes. Slightly shorter and skinner than the average cat. Her fur tends to be unruly, especially around her left shoulder which sports a narly old scar from her younger days. 

Personality: She is the complete opposite of her sister Waterdance. In fact, it's a wonder they are even siblings. Frogstar is lazy and apathetic in certain things. She shows little concern for personally safety and health which makes her extremely rash, though this development of personality did not fully sprout until after receiving her nine lives. Whether she feels confident with more lives or whether she just doesn't care is a mystery as to why she seems to put herself in harms way, almost as if she wishes for death. However she would never allow her actions to put anyone else in danger. 

Frogstar has a dry sense of humor and at times, dark. She laughs at threats aimed towards her (probably because of her multiple lives, meaning that threats towards her life are almost meaningless unless she's on her last). She practically dares others to try. An excellent bluffer and good at stringing lies and tall tales, most often used to humor kits or throw off enemies in battle.

However, despite her less than leader-like tendencies and complete lack of self respect, Frogstar would do absolutely anything for her clan. And she has, throwing a good majority of her lives away for them. When she is needed Frogstar can be a chilling strategist and cunning fighter. 

kin/kits: Troutleap and Waterdance (Sisters)

Crush/Mate: None Currently/Open

History: During the period of her first few moons as a warrior Frogstar's (then Froglegs) patrol got into a nasty fight with a fox. Her shoulder ended up getting damaged after the well placed bite and it took a good moon for it to heal. Her collection of scars only continued to grow after she became leader, though not as visible as her shoulder.

Other: Killable (As an on going joke to simple humor herself, she constantly changes the number of lives she has left when asked. In reality though, she only has two left).

 

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Name: Troutleap

Gender: Female

Age: 33 Moons

Rank: Warrior

Description: The largest of her siblings, Troutleap is taller than the average cat and slightly bulky, making her almost seem tomish in a way. She has white and ginger tabby fur with large greenish amber eyes. 

Personality: Troutleap is perhaps a balance between her two sisters; not as graceful or serene as Waterdance, but also not as apathetic as Frogstar. In fact, Troutleap is very tomboyish. She's loud, friendly, adventurous, and has a good sense of humor (meaning if you prank her she would love it). 

She is smart in her own way, not cunning like Frogstar or knowledgeable like Waterdance, but experienced. Experienced in hunting, fighting, and She has picture memory. She only needs to see something once to remember where or what it is.

She makes for a good teacher for warrior skills and always does her best to pull twice her weight around the clan (just cause she can and she likes the challenge). Speaking of challenges, she loves them! 

kin/kits: Waterdance and Frogstar (Sisters)

Crush/Mate: None Currently/Open

History: Nothing important. Just a lovable fuzz ball.

Other: Killable

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Name: Frostpaw ( can i start as an apprentice? )

Gender: she-cat

Age: 7 moons

Rank: apprentance

Description: fluffy white she-cat with green eyes and a black tip on her tail

Personality: sometimes shy, energetic and loyal

kin/kits: none

Crush/Mate: none ( for now)

History: found in the forest as a kit, unknown mother/father

Other: 6b7ee856052288c9350a235213bd6c20--fluffy

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      Bearpaw was curled up with the other apprentices. Their den was on the smaller side, so there nests were close together, allowing them to stay warm, as they were basically curled up in a tight knit circle. The often bossy, loud, and arrogant she cat, was now in a calmer state that she was asleep. Most cats in the clan preferred her this way, for she wasnt as rambunctious as her blabbering mouth made her out to be. Since it was so warm in the den the she cat kept on sleeping. Ignoring the fact that she should soon wake, to start her duties for the day. The she cat was almost ready to be deemed a warrior. She thought she deserved a decent sleep.
       
      Duskflower now the only queen in the clan, was curled up with her two lovely kits: Shorekit and Cliffkit. The two furry little lumps were nearly six moons old. Fall wasn't the only thing changing on this mountain side. Soon Apprentices would be warriors, and kits apprentices. Who knows, there may even become a new queen. The world was funny like that, things constantly moving and changing. She purred as she looked at the two kits beside her. They were nearly identical yet so different and she loved them both dearly.
       
       
    • By Dashy
      It was eerily quiet. Two cats, one male, the other a female, walked quietly side by side. Their fur was bristling. Their hackles raised, ears angled in all directions. The male stopped, sniffed, and flicked his tail. 
      "This isn't the way." He hissed quietly. 
      "What do you mean, Clawheart? How can this not be the way? We've came here more than once." The she-cat dug her claws into the soil. 
      "It's not the way. Come on." Clawface turned on his heel.
      "Fine. But we ha - hey, stop!" Her jaws widened. "This way!"
      She turned in the opposite direction and started to run. "Wait up!" Called Clawheart, running behind.
      The she-cat took an abrupt turn, and the two cats came upon four mewling kits. Clawheart looked warm, his eyes bright. "You found them, Pebbleclaw!" He licked her ear warmly. "I couldn't ask for a better sister." "Yeah, whatever." Pebbleclaw muttered, shuffling her paws. "Just hurry up, we don't have much time... hey, what - " 
      Clawheart hissed, crouching to the ground. A yellow-brown she-cat crept from the brush. "Hey, get away - ! Oh, it's you. Well, you should just take them now. " She glanced at the ground. Clawheart stepped forward, the fur on his back straightening. "You could come with us, you know." He murmured, nuzzling her neck. "No, I can't. I'd never fit into the clan life." Meowed the she-cat.  "But, Sunflower..." "Take the kits, and go." Whispered Sunflower, looking away. "You have to hurry."
      "I'll take those two, and-"  Pebbleclaw was cut off by the stomping of the horrid creature - a badger. Eyes wild with terror, Sunflower snarled, whipping her tail, slashing out. Pebbleclaw took two kits, and she picked them up quietly. "Clawheart...? Clawheart, no!" Clawheart sprung in front of Sunflower as soon as the badger lunged out, and Clawheart was flung into a tree. Heart lurching, Pebbleclaw dropped the kits and nuzzled her brother. "Clawheart?" Her voice choked when he didn't answer.
      "Clawheart, wake up!" Clawheart blinked one eye open, and rasped, ever so quietly, "Take the kits.." Pebbleclaw whimpered as her brothers body grew cold and stopped moving. Daring to look up, Pebbleclaw looked at the battle scene behind. Sunflower spat and hissed, lashing out, and she caught Pebbleclaw's eye desperately. 
      Feeling slightly dizzy with shock, she grasped two kits in her mouth and shoved the others out of the clearing. The screeches of battle were still heard. 
      One kit, a silver tabby, was whining. "What happened? Where's Sunflower?" "It's okay, little ones. It's going to be alright." She meowed after dropping the two kits in her mouth. "Can you two walk?" "Walk? We can run!" meowed one of the toms enthusiastically. 
       
      Back at camp
       
      Leader: "What is this?"
      Pebbleclaw: "Um, see, I found these poor things in the forest, and then a badger attacked, and Clawheart is dead!" Her voice ends in a wail
      Leader: "Oh... well, I suppose you can take them to the nursery. Who should care for them, though?"
      Pebbleclaw: "I have kits. I shall." 
      Leader: "About your brother, where is his body?" His voice softens. 
      Pebbleclaw: "Oh- right outside clan boundary."
      Leader: "Were the kits outside of clan boundary?"
      Pebbleclaw: "Oh, definitely not. I'll take these to the nursery. And... _____, keep this between you and I, and my mate, please."
      Leader: "Of course."
       
      MOONS LATER
      The four kits are now part of Mistclan life. They are now apprenticed, along with their brother and sister, Pebbleclaw's real kits. They were raised to think that Pebbleclaw is their mother, and they do have other siblings. The issue is, sometimes the four kits get dark thoughts. Sometimes minor, like stealing from the fresh-kill pile. Other times, it gets serious, like them actually thinking of murdering some cat. 
       
      Pebbleclaw, Pebbleclaw's mate, and all of the six kits are all open. 
       
      THE CLAN
      The clearing were Mistclan's camp is located is decently sized. In the middle of the clearing a tree stump stands, where the leader makes the announcements. There is a training area, hunting grounds, and a stream that marks the border outside camp.
      The clan has common enemies: foxes, badgers, things like that.
      Prey is average: sometimes you can catch a rare rabbit, but mostly mice, voles, thrush, shrew, etc.
       
      Leader:
      Deputy:
      Brindleclaw - @darkwolf
      Medicine Cat:
      Snowsky - Me
      Medicine Cat Apprentice:
      Hawkstorm - @Pink Madness
      Warriors:
      Smokeleaf - @Moss4brains
      Scorchedfur - @Alcarie
      Moonlight - @darkwolf
      Wolfshadow - @Pink Madness
      Swifttooth - Me
      Apprentices:
      Honeypaw - @Kitkat
      Flarepaw - @Pink Madness
      Silverpaw - Me 
       
      Queens:
      Deerspring - @Alcarie
      Kits:
      Poppykit - @Kitkat
      Elders:
      MAJOR ROLES:
      Pebbleclaw:
      Pebbleclaw's Mate:
      Any of her kits/adoptive kits:
      Honeykit - @Kitkat
       
      RULES:
      1. No power playing
      2. No perfect characters
      3. If you already have a major role, please do not take another unless you have permission from me!
      4. I definitely will add later  
       
      FORMS: (please remove all {[()}]) Thank you )
      Name:
      Age (in moons):
      Gender:
      Rank:
      Descriptions:
      Personality:
      History: [optional]
      Parents?:
      Siblings?:
      Mate?: 
      Crush?:
      Kits?:
       
      RULES ARE NOT FINISHED! ALSO, I KIND OF RUSHED THROUGH THIS SO IF THERE ARE ANY MISTAKES, PLEASE TELL ME!
      ALSO, THE KITS ARE OF 10 MOONS! (If you are playing one of Pebbleclaw's kits/adoptive kits.)
      ENJOY!
       
    • By Alcarie
      Magic is a luxury only given to those lucky enough to be apart of Starclan, a concept both feared and revered among living cats. However there is a phenomenon among the clans that is just as cherished; seen as a alternative form of magic bestowed upon the extremely lucky.
      The finding of a cats Soulmate. 
      A Soulmate goes beyond simply becoming mates by choice. It is considered a 'divine act' where two cats destined to be together, who are perfect together, fall in love. When they accept one another into their hearts as mates an identical mark appears upon their shoulders that is invisible to all but themselves. It glows so even in the pitch black, or in dark times, they will always see one another and know they are together. But this blessing is also a curse, because to lose ones soulmate is the harshest of blows; like losing their heart. If a cats Soulmate dies before themselves the possibility of spiraling into a depression, particularly if both are young, is almost a definite conclusion. Though depression is the best of outcomes, madness or death by a broken heart is the worst. 
      What Brookclan is about to learn is that it's not only clancats who find their Soulmate. Nor are they the only ones to fall into insanity when their Soulmate dies. 

      Brookclan's Story
      Brookclan is a clan known for their peaceful lifestyle and harmonious relationship with stray cats who venture through their territory. Because they are the only clan in the area, created by a small group of lone clancats many many generations before, they learn only the basics of combat; just enough to run any wrong-doers or predators from their large territory. They focus instead on maintaining the feline and prey balance, and on their social statuses and relationships with one another. No cat had been killed on Brookclan's territory for nearly five seasons..until she showed up. A large she-cat with the scent of death and dirt on her fluffy pelt, and derangement in her eyes. Because Brookclan had no experienced hostility in so long older apprentices often explored the lands by themselves without thought. The clans streak of good luck was broken by the slash of deadly claws and flash of teeth, ending the life of an apprentice in their prime. 
      Brookclan was appalled, grief stricken at the needless brutality of the murder, and sent out a large hunting patrol to find, catch, and punish this rouge for what they'd done. They found her late that evening, scouring the edges of the territory with the apprentice's blood still red on her pelt. The idea had been to pin her down and wound her in a non-life threatening way as a warning, then send her away with the threat to never return. Brookclan did not plan on stooping her her level; but they did. What started out as simple cuffs with sheathed claws turned bloody quickly as rage and pain overtook the clan. In the end the apprentices mentor,Braveheart, dolled out the death blow, ending the she-cats life as she simply looked up at them with a promise of vengeance clear on her sneering face.
      Horrified by what they'd done, the patrol made a promise among them to lie. They'd tell their leader they'd caught up to the rouge, punished her accordingly, and let her go. Together they drug her out of the territory and left her in a ditch before scraping dirt over the blood piles and licking themselves clean. As they headed back to their camp seemingly scotch free of their crimes, the Soulmate mark upon the she-cat's shoulder dulled into nothingness.  
      Loki's Story
      Born and raised as a kittypet, Loki had always thought he'd had everything he'd ever need with his humans. A warm place to sleep, food (though tasteless) so he'd never go hungry, and his humans to protect and love him. But then he saw her one day out his houses window. She, though unkempt, was beautiful and wild. Loki knew then that he had to meet her, learn her name; and that's what he did. Though he stayed with his humans at night, he ventured into the world with her during the day as their relationship grew, learning that though he was large and powerfully built he knew nothing of the rouge life. But she taught him, and introduced him to some of her alleycat friends who grew to accept him over time. After nearly six moons matching marks appeared upon their shoulders, and Loki established himself, though a kittypet, among the alleycats due to his size, power, and smarts. 
      Then she disappeared for three days after mentioning she'd be gone for only one into the known clancats territory less than half a days walk from the city. Loki knew something was wrong, could feel it through their Soulmate bond. It took a day for him to find her, slowly rotting away in a ditch just outside the clans territory with wounds having bled out like she meant nothing. As he pressed agasint his Soulmate's cold, stiff body Loki fundamentally broke, the madness whispered about taking hold as his mark faded into nothingness. He'd avenge his Soulmate, just as he knew her alleycat friends would want the same. The clan would pay! 
      He'd been correct, her friends did want blood and agreed to follow Loki's, as her Soulmate, lead. He wanted to find the clans weakness, find who would hurt them the most to lose in a brutal way. But then he saw her as he watched from the shadows. And he wanted, needed, her just as much as he needed revenge on Brookclan. 

      Plot(s)
      Though this roleplay will focus primarily on the threat Loki brings to Brookclan, there will be other stories interwoven in. 
      Loki and the clan she-cat he see's as her. Whoever claims her will have to talk to Darkwolf about if the two already know one another or not at the roleplay's beginning. However, just know that the two will have a rather unhealthy relationship; Loki, due to his madness, will likely claw her up when angered then realize what he'd done and lick the wounds for example. He's going to be quite manipulative and cruel without meaning too, but truly love her underneath. For what Darkwolf's told me it's likely the she-cat will fall in love with him and continue to meet with him secretly. Everything else about their relationship is up to you and Darkwolf. Their relationship will have an impact on Loki and the alleycat's plans to destroy Brookclan. On top of the two's abusive relationship her bestfriend loves her, see's what happening to her, and wants to save her (if she wants to be saved or not is up in the air still). Other cats will likely notice her wounds and wonder as well. 
      Another plot will involve the patrol's lie to the leader about the death of Loki's Soulmate. Because they kept it a secret the clan is not prepared for, nor do they understand why, Loki and the alleycat's are going to attack. Their treachery, if revealed, could cost them their status, relationships, or possibly even their place among the clan. How far will they go to hide what they'd done? 
      With all of these worries, drama's, and threats looming on the horizon it is quite possible that the madness caused by a broken Soulmate bond will be the end of the formally peaceful Brookclan. 

      Brookclan Territory

      Camp:
      The camp is located in a thick bramble patch that's backed up to a massive oak, the inside cleared out so there's space for all the cats. It's not to spacious, but every rank has their own den with just enough room. The Medicine Cat is the only one without a bramble and moss covered den, their's being the hollow trunk of the oak tree that dips down below, so the roots create a small, cool cavern for sick patients and herbs. 
      Territory:
      Brookclan's territory is in a deciduous, hilly forest, so the green-leafs season is filled with ample prey and forest cover while during the leaf-bare season the tree's are bare and prey is scarce. A small brook runs throughout the length of the territory, which is where the clan gets its name, that is filled with fish and is close enough to the camp to be easily accessible for everyone. A training hollow is a decent distance from the camp, in a small holler that springy with weeds and moss.  Brookclan hunts small rodents for prey, such as mice, squirrels, voles, and shrews. Occasionally they can find small birds, such as sparrows and starlings. If cats know how to fish, there are a couple small types in the brook.  Enemies of Brookclan, other then Loki, are birds of prey, such as hawks and owls, coyotes, dogs, foxes, two-legs, the occasional badger, skunk, or mink. Deer can also be dangerous if spooked. The two-leg settlement (city) is a half-days journey down the hills of the territory, so sometimes dogs and two-legs can be seen walking through the area. 

      Rules
       All PA rules apply. 
      No power-playing or god-modding. This will not be tolerated. If you are battling with another persons character, you will not automatically hit them. Accepted: "Snowflake aimed a blow at Moonbeam's head." Not Accepted: "Snakeflake's claws raked across Moonbeam's face, leaving behind four slash marks." Give the other persons character a chance to respond. Punishment for repeated offenses will be up to Darkwolf.
        No Mary-sues. No characters are perfect, period. They can all be injured, they can all die. One cat cannot take on four others and hope to win without serious injures. No cat is flawless when it comes to beauty, fighting, or hunting. Please, make a believable character. Thank you. 
       We would like to keep this semi-literate. Please no one-liners. I know this is not always possible, and it will likely be excused a couple of times no problem. 
        Don't one-on-one with another player for an entire page. We know everyone has different schedules, but please try to be patient. 
       You may have unlimited characters, but try to only chose one high ranking (leader, deputy, Medicine Cat, Medicine Cat Apprentice). Please don't play your own mate/crush, where's the fun in that? :3 If one of your characters is in the Patrol group that killed Loki's original mate you can still choose a higher rank. 
       You can go crazy with names, we're  perfectly fine with that. But please don't make a cat that's pink, or has six eyes, or wings. 
       Your cats may not have a power. Only Starclan and Dark Forest Cats can have these. However, Soulmate bonds don't count. 
       Please keep things at least PG when it comes to birthing or mating, fade to black works great. No excess gore either; Loki is a cat killer, thus there might be a bit of blood, but please nothing to major. If this bugs you, then this might not be the best roleplay for you. 
       No text talk, or cursing outside of Clan language (fox-dung, etc). Please be nice to fellow roleplayers, and no fighting in OoC.^^ 
       If you'd like a major plot development, such as an earthquake or fire, please mention them here and they'll likely be fit it in. If you'd like a character killed, or is interested in your character killing someone else mention it here as well so you can find the right killer/victim. 
       As we've seen on some other roleplays people are allowed to play Starclan/Dark Forest characters, and that's perfectly fine in those. But Starclan is not a large part of this roleplay so any cats already dead or killed during the roleplay will not be a large part so please don't use them as you would your regular characters. As a matter of fact don't even make a bio for them. 

      Characters
      Loki: Darkwolf
      Clan Her: Melodaeia
      Her Bestfriend: Alcarie (Cricketwing)
      Lying Patrol
      1.Sandstorm
      2. Nightrain
      3. Open
      4. Open
      5. Open

      Brookclan
      Leader
      Skullstar {Cynder}

      Deputy
      Redmist {Alcarie}

      Medicine Cat
      Sparrowfeather {Melodaeia}

      Medicine Cat Apprentice
      Open

      Warriors
      Teardrop {Darkwolf}
      Sparrowpelt {Darkwolf}
      Cricketwing {Alcarie}
      Nightrain {Alcarie}
      Bonefur {Cynder}
      Duststorm {Cynder}
      Dovekeeper {Alcarie}
      Emberleaf {Darkwolf}

      Apprentices
      Sunpaw {Cynder}
      Skypaw {Melodaeia}

      Queens
      Sandstorm {Darkwolf}
      Hushflight {Alcarie}

      Kits
      Lynxkit {Alcarie}
      Brindlekit {Cynder}
      Scorchedkit {Alcarie / Unborn}

      Elders
      -

      Mentors / Apprentices
      Cricketwing mentors Sunpaw
      Bonefur mentors Skypaw
      Crushes
      Sparrowpelt has a crush on Skullstar
      Hushflight has a crush on Duststorm
      Mates / Soulmates
      Redmist and Mistsoul (Deceased)
      Skullstar and Lionblaze (Deceased)
      Families
      Skullstar, Bonefur, and Duststorm are siblings
      Cricketwing and Redmist are brothers
      Skullstar is Sunpaw's mother
      Starclan

      Loki's Alleycats
      Jackie {Darkwolf}
      Riot {Alcarie}
      Lyric {Melodaeia}
      Open

      Cat's on the Back Burner
      Dapplepaw {Godiva}
      Wolfmist {Godiva}
      Willowsong {Godiva}
      Duskpaw {Godiva}
      Styx {Godiva}
      Rosepaw {Dashy}
      Swiftpaw {Dashy}
      Honeystripe {Dashy}
      (Not necessarily needed, but could add some drama if/when they meet the clan for whatever reason)

      Bio Sheet
      (Picture here if you have one)
      Name:
      Warrior Name: (If apprentice or kit)
      Age in Moons: (1-6 kit, 6-13 apprentice, 13-60 warrior/leader/deputy, 60+ elder)
      Gender:
      Rank:
      Mentor: (If apprentice, put a warrior/leader/deputy you want as mentor)
      Description: (1-3 sentences; required)
      Personality: (No RP out; must be at least 2 full sentences)
      History: (No required if your cat simply grew up in the clan)
      Parents:
      Siblings:
      Any Other Family?:
      Kits:
      Mate/Soulmate:
      Crush?:
      If an Alleycat just exclude anything that has to do with being in the clan. 

      This roleplay and idea belong to Darkwolf.
      I'm simply posting because she asked me too due to her only having a phone at the moment. 
      Darkwolf has allowed me to accept characters as well.

      @Rose305 @King Boo @Cynder @Melodaeia All of you showed interest in this, so here's the actual topic.~ 
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