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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 3, 2013 22:33:09 GMT -5
Name: Raggedtooth - Raggedpaw - Raggedkit Age: 72 , 6 years Gender: Tom Clan: ThunderClan Desired Rank: Warrior Appearance: If you were to use one word to describe the way Raggedtooth looks, the one that comes to mind is domineering. A rather large tom, he is what could be said to be a brute. His claws are long and thick, and his teeth are the same. He is a tabby of very dark brown color. His fur is short in length, and shows off his muscular body well, making him look less friendly. His eyes are a clear green, which might have a kind look to them, but get under his skin and you'll see otherwise. His pelt has a scruffy look to it. Personality: He is very tempermental and strict, and will not let others get away with wrong doing. Being a senior warrior, he makes it his business to watch how the younger generations are carrying themselves. The first cat to snap at one of the others, but also the first to show pride in his clan and congratulate them. He does have a kind soul, its just buried under all that ragged exterior. He would be the type to charge into battle, and wouldn't dishing out a due punishment, History: Raggedkit was born on an average night in Greenleaf. He has one sibling named Crowkit, and his parents were mother Littlestep, and father Boulderclaw. As a young kit he was bossy and arrogant from the start, always making his brother fallow him around camp. Even at birth he was much bigger than his brother, and Crowkit eventually became sick, and had to move to the medicine den. He stayed there for many moons trying to improve his small chances for survival, he had a bad lung.
Raggedpaw became and apprentice and had to take it with a grain of salt, because his brother was still sick, and not made an apprentice. One moon later Crowkit passed. His mentor was Firefur, a very crabby older warrior, that was surprised at having gotten a last apprentice before his retirement, and not surprised in a good way. He was strict and tough, but a good mentor, and Raggedtooth became a warrior carrying on those traits. His parents and his mentor retired to the elders den being of the same generation.
He has trained one apprentice Rainshadow, but has taken none since. Relatives: crowkit - dead Littlestep - elder very old Boulderclaw - dead from flood RP Sample: Other: Other: Other Cats:
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 3, 2013 22:18:41 GMT -5
Name: Blackjaw - blackpaw - blackkitAge: 72 moons - 6 years Gender: Tom Clan: ThunderClan Desired Rank: Warrior Appearance: BLACKJAW PIC Blackjaw is has an all black coat with the exception of a white chest and upper jaw. His lower jaw is very distintly black against his white fur, thus his namesake. His eyes are a golden amber in color and have an intelligent look about them. The build of this tom is strong and sturdy, but he is not as bulky in muscle as the other toms in the clan, and has more of a shadowclan build to him. His tail is very short, but very thick. He has a very curt manner to his stance. He has an old scar on his shoulder from a battle many moons ago. Looks young for a middle aged tom. Personality: Very direct, he lets you know the moment he has a problem with whats going on. He has a kind spirit, but can be very cross. To the younger cats he seems very arrogant and strict, and the older warriors and his peers reguard him much the same way.
He does not like the idea of ever being a father. He just doesn't see himself as the fatherly type and fears he would raise them poorly. That and not many of the she cats ever really paid him much attention. He thinks very highly of himself, and doesn't mind flaunting it. He tries not to be too full of himself, but to him if you've got it then flaunt it. History: Blackkit was raised by Mouseclaw and Rabbitear. His father was unnamed at his birth his original mother longing to keep it a secret, though the clan suspects it was Rabbitear. Rabbitear was Mouseclaw's mate for many moons and it hurt her to learn of the kit, but once his mother passed, she took him in for his sake not his fathers. He gets his coloring from his mother, named Ravenshadow. She died kitting him alone for Rabbitear would not go to her.
His foster brother was Redpaw, and he looked just like Rabbitear, and he had his father's cold hearted detatchment. Blackpaw was trained by Birchpelt, and grew to want the praise he offered.
That's what made him the arrogant tom he is, that and the fact that he was always in constant competition with Redpaw. Redfur and Blackjaw got there warrior names from the same battle and that's also when he got the scar on his shoulder. The wound kept him from duties for two weeks while it healed.
Several years later he and Redfur were out hunting, when a fox grabbed hold of Redfur killing him. This was a recent development, and has left him bitter, and more arrogant of his skills. He has never had an apprentice. Relatives: Rabbitear - father Ravenshadow - mother - deceased Mouseclaw - adoptive mother Redfur - adoptive brother - deceased. RP Sample: Other: Other Cats:
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 3, 2013 21:40:51 GMT -5
Name: Shimmerstrike Age: 56 moons Gender: She-cat Clan: WindClan Desired Rank: Warrior Appearance:
A lithe and lean long coated tabby she cat. Her coat is smooth and silky. She has the traditional tabby stripes, however they vanish into a long black stripe that falls along her back. Her ears are large for the size of her head, though it only enhances her eyes. A pale friendly green is how her eyes appear. Her voice is soft and easy flowing, she sounds as though she were a bird instead of a cat. She has very long whiskers and tail. Her build is long and limber, and she has a careful stride. Her eyes look soft even if she is angry. Personality: She is very fleeting in nature and though she takes her warrior talents seriously, she longs to be a mother and prefers to play with the kits in camp. She does enjoy hunting though, and her light body makes her suited to it, her paw steps being light and careful. She is very shy though, and has a hard time talking to the other warriors, the toms in particular. She follows her beliefs, but she does not like fighting, and her battle training is poor compared to other warriors. She prefers to be peaceful, and wishes to serve her clan in other ways. Shimmerstrike longs to find a tom willing to accept her for who she is, and does not want to have to fight to prove her true strength. A great teacher, because of her patience she is a wise warrior, and though she may not like to speak out much, when she does its never without reason. Even if she is right, she tends to back down from fights, because she feels it proves nothing. History: Shimmerkit was born on a calm cool newleaf day, and was the only cat born to her parents. Starclan saw fit to let her live compared to the three other kits that were stillborn. Her mother was a small all black she cat, an older clan member, and her father was a tabby strong, but old as well. She was there last hope in passing on there bloodline. As a kit she was over protected and loves dearly by both of her parents. Her father would play with her and teacher her fighting moves, which at the time she was most eager to learn. The eagerness of youth some would say, for she quickly grew out of it. The day she became and apprentice both of her parents moved into the elders den. She became Shimmerpaw, and was given Falconwing as a mentor. Falconwing was a very ambitious tom cat, and wanted to teach her how fighting an hunting was done best, and efficiently. The hunting she was quite good at from the start landing rabbit on her first go. It was an older rabbit to be fair, but he praised her for catching an animal that was wise enough to live to that age. Shortly after her ninth moon, a battle erupted in the clans and her parents were the only ones left in the camp that were fit enough to effectively raise there claws besides the nursing queens. The battle was costly and Windclan retreated, her mentor passed on from a wound to his throat, an accident, but mortal nonetheless. Swiftfur was her new mentor, and though she would practice, she held no more love for fighting. She earned her warrior name from her skill at striking her prey and being a fierce hunter during a bad leafbare. Her parents looked on in pride, both having died from greencough and old age.
As a warrior, she had an apprentice named Sootpaw. He was a very eager tom, but had no patience for her lectures and quiet atmosphere. He wanted to be a fighter, and she wanted him to learn the importance of other things like hunting and caring for the clan. He was a hard cat to train, and though he succeeded and gained his warrior name of Sootpatch, he resented her. Relatives: Ebonyfur - mother deceased Finchheart - father deceased Sootpatch - apprentice - alive RP Sample: not needed Other: needs a mate Other Cats: Hailstar, mudtail, tornpaw, soaringpaw,burningpatch
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 3, 2013 17:39:32 GMT -5
Shadowclan is suffering from the loss of the snow. Now the rains have come and with the melted frost the streams and rivers have made the camp flood badly. Shadowclan camp is not a mud bath. The ground is very soggy, and hard to get a good foothold on, and many deep pools of water remain. The brambles and branches protecting the camp were mostly washed away. This is the state of the camp, its need to be rebuilt, and prey needs to be caught. The rains have made the forest hard to traverse, but with a little luck and skill things in Shadowclan might start looking up. Many cats died in the flood, however, and it has left Shadowclan weaker. [/size]
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 2, 2013 19:02:10 GMT -5
Dog Attacking the camp
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Post by Nighthunter on Mar 2, 2013 12:40:56 GMT -5
Thunderclan is officially absent from this gathering, no cats of Thunderclan may post. Eagleflight will be taking over for Sparrowstar during the meeting unless I get a pm from Juliet.
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_____________________ Hailstar waited patiently, the night was young and fresh, but the other clans were taking there time getting there. Though just as he was about to comment such to Runningstorm his deputy, the tom focused the movement he heard from the fallen tree and the pure white pelt of Icestar crossed over. Being too far away he hadn't heard the tom's critical instructions to his clan, but he knew of Icestar and his tendancies fairly well since even before leadership Hailstar had known of the disputes Icestar had caused all the clans not just Riverclan. Slatestar had quite a reputation there as well, but the steel gray tom was absent as was Thunderclan for the moment.
Lifting a brow in interest as Icestar made his way over, Hailstar noticed that the tom seemed to be level tempered thus far. Well since he had yet to glare at anyone present that is. Shadowclan's leader sat down and began stroking his fur cleaning his already very neat fur, and spoke up in an even yet oddly friendly greeting.
Nodding his head curtly in acknowledgement of his fellow leader, he turned to face him and wrapped his long puffy tail around his paws snugly. Shadowclan was once known for taking advantage of the other clans at the slightest hint of weakness. Riverclan shared a border with them so he was cautious of the icy tom. His clan was not at its best and even under his thicker coat, his bones were eerily showing through. Hailstar had refused to eat until his clan was fed, and though he was a bit thinner than normal, he knew his warriors needed to appear strong. They were many he noticed compared to the shadowclan cats present. " Riverclan is strong." He had not said they were doing fantastic because anyone looking closely could see the lack of girth to the clan, however he was making it clear that they were not to be easily trampled on just in case Icestar was in an ambitious mood. I can't really blame him if he is though, I myself am looking for opportunity. His clan looks few, Thunderclan has yet to show up His ears perked as Eagleflight lead Windclan across the bridge. He noted that Sparrowstar seemed absent though she could be just bringing up the rear. Attention back to Hailstar, he spoke in a friendly enough manner. " I hope leafbare has kept Shadowclan well." Hailstar was genuine in that comment and his face betrayed no woe threat there. He was noticing the lack of Thunderclan and the lack of Windclan's leader, perhaps those clans would be better pickings, and perhaps he might find an alley in Shadowclan.
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_____________________ Soaringpaw was bursting with repressed excitement, she felt like her paws were going to start carrying her into the air. She was going to her first gathering, and she had only just started her training recently. She had barely been able to contain her joyous out cry when Eagleflight had told her. Strutting next to the tabby tom, his broad shoulders and much bigger form leading her to the island, she for once was holding in her questions. Instead she was looking all around Windclan had to travel past Horseplace to get to the fallen tree and though she had seen it from afar she had never trained near it. The animals that were taller then the wooden sticks keeping them at bay were not present though, and she couldn't help the slight disappointment at not seeing them.
Flicking her tail her eyes widened as she saw her mentor cross the tree. Her paws flashed out and latched onto the slick bark, and she hauled herself up. Not being careful about her footing and clumsily made her way over the branch her cheeks hot from her unease. She figured the cross would have been as solid as the land she pounded her paws on, but the branch had a slight give and it sent shivers down her spine. She had never been afraid to fall before, and with the lake below her it added an extra sense of peril. She landed on the other side and had to force her fur to lie flat. Her mentor had said to have fun and not to speak much about the clan. Not being over her little bought of fear, she walked towards her mentor and sat down near him. She was a little nervous and wanted to get things right, so she figured she would just see what he would do. Looking around she saw two toms talking that were as big as Eagleflight, and there was another much older tom that her mentor was talking to. Looking at her small form, she wondered if she would fill out as much. Those cats had to be from other clans. She spoke, but her voice was small and unsure." Who are those cats?"
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: Each feather it fell from skin Till threadbare while she grew thin How were my eyes so blinded? Each feather it fell from skin
And I will hang my head, hang my head low And I will hang my head, hang my head low
A gray sky, a bitter sting A rain cloud, a crane on wing All out beyond horizon A grey sky, a bitter sting words. Comments: she's just a tad shy.
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Post by Nighthunter on Feb 27, 2013 23:56:42 GMT -5
Umm.. so the next few days are going to be really tough on me. My mom just passed away and.. well I don't even know. A lot of people are going to be over and stuff and I don't know when I'll be on here.. I am very sorry for your loss, take all the time you need. If you need someone to talk to, you know how to reach me. -hugs-
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Post by Nighthunter on Feb 25, 2013 17:52:08 GMT -5
Okay, so this is how the gatherings work. You may bring any cat, you may bring more then one, however if the cat disobeyed the code or was lax in duties then obviously they shouldn't be there as gatherings are privilages. You do NOT have to wait for the clans leader to show up, but the leaders will only speak as one, so they all must be present and if you play a high position that cat must go unless occupied or hurt with clan bussiness. You cats can cause mischief, and please let there personalities show. Creating tension is part of making plots grow.
_____________________ The journey to reach the island was not such a voyage for Riverclan as it was for the other clans. Being much closer to the island meant that they didn't have to plan ahead as throughly. Hailstar lead his clan through the reeds and grasses taking a quick yet easy pace to the island. His form displayed no real telling emotion of what he had planned for the gathering. What news the tom would tell the rest was a mystery. His mind was like a bee's nest, raging with thoughts and matters he was shuffling through, debating on what to bring to the clans attention and what to leave out. Gray blue eyes, filtered through the path ahead, yet he could not tell if it were light or dark. His vison was clear and he could see where his paws were going, but not his destination. Starclan had given him no signs, so he was taking matters into his own paws.
Gatherings were generally peaceful times, but things might be worse for the wear after tonight. For now the moon shone big and bright, not fortelling of any bad omens. The clans had been peaceful, but Hailstar was not prepared to let it last. He had been thinking things over for some time since he had gained leadership, which was only a few moons ago. The grey tabby was a young leader, but had seen enough to judge his own motives towards his decisions lately. He was going to cause a stir, and how the others reacted to it, well that remained to be seen. Riverclan had been badly hurt during leafbare, as the prey had not been favorable to them. With the recent shift in temperature the prey was returning slowly, but he felt compelled to make his clan stronger, and for that they needed more land. If it came down to it, he was prepared to lay down his life and fight as he had sworn to do since he was born.
Not normally the jolliest soul in the clans, he would voice his opinion strongly if needed and would let the other leaders know that though fewer Riverclan was still strong. He had his eyes set on the lake and looking around, he could see other places where the clan could grasp prey. Jumping onto the fallen tree he crossed over its length and bounded into the clearing. They were the first ones to arrive, so he waited near the fallen branches where he and the other leaders sat. Hailstar looked fondly of getting to greet the other clans, but he hoped that he wasn't being too forceful, he was ready to do anything at this point.
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Post by Nighthunter on Feb 24, 2013 20:01:38 GMT -5
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He watched as Ripplepaw practically flung himself into the water at his insistence and sort of felt bad for the tom. Hailstar hadn't meant for him to act reckless, just to get over his fear and enter the water without flailing like a fish. It was a terrible thing for a Riverclanner to not be able to use the skills learned through fishing and swimming as it set them apart from the other clans. Fish were part of what made there pelts so slick and ,made it hard for clans to grabs hold of them. While he had heard from other cats that there fishy scent was repelling, which he found humorous, it was also what kept the scent of the moor and the forest off there fur. Besides it was nice to know that his clan had a better chance of surviving floods and other such dangers from the knowledge they gained in there early moons training as an apprentice, and he would be shamed if Ripplepaw failed to learn the methods that every riverclanner learned.
His gaze shifted to narrow on Mothpaw, the small she cat seemed to cringe when he had arrived. That had him feeling hurt ironically, its not like he wanted to be feared in the clan, respect yes, but never fear. It wasn't in his nature to harm anyone he had sworn to protect. Maybe i'm just making her nervous or something? He remembered a time when he was younger and had to please his mentor, while the leader then had watched him closely. It was stressful, but the things he had learned were so valuable he would never take any of it back. His white front paws kneaded the ground pulling up the small pebbles that lined the shore as he thought of the cat he had named Mothpaw's mentor. Burningpatch was a wily one during the best of days. Hailstar had hoped that the little apprentice would draw out her mentor as much as his skills would shape her. He could see that she was already very talented, perhaps a little shy but defiantly concerned for her own success. He was glad that he had taken it upon himself to train Ripplepaw. Had he been given a warrior like Burningpatch as a mentor then the poor tom would have simply been tossed in the water instead of being lead in to it like Hailstar was allowing him to.
He watched as they both practiced and Ripplepaw floundered around, while Mothpaw began to dive. Her form was unsteady, and his was well.... at least he was actually in the water. Hailstar considered that a small victory in itself. Stretching out his limbs, he entered the stream and glided smoothly into the center of the pool. " Okay so now that your paws are wet. Lets try a small exercise that should greatly improve your movement in the water." He looked at them both before continuing. Quickly his head disappeared and he dove to the bottom, his paws not making more than a ripple or two as he disappeared. At the bottom he grabbed something in his jaws and broke the surface of the water to grin revealing a small snail shell in his jaws. Letting it go and allowing it to fall back down into the riverbed, he spoke again to them." You must dive down and retrieve as many snail shells as you can, but you can only get one at a time. After you get one you have to lay them out in separate piles on the shore." He gave no mention of when they were to stop, but he didn't intend to. Wading back to the shore he climbed out and turned to watch them, his blue eyes glistening.
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Post by Nighthunter on Feb 22, 2013 18:02:20 GMT -5
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_____________________ Looking out over the hillside and staring into the territory again had her confused, but this time she was paying attention to Eagleflight. She was glad that he hadn't avoided answering her questions like she was some pesky kit. Most of the other warriors tried to stay away from her for that reason. They would get tired of her rambling. Its not rambling if those same questions are being answered by my mentor, so I guess that just means that they either didn't know, or just didn't want to talk.
Her golden fur swayed as the gentle tugging of a slight breeze pulled at her pelt. He reminded her about how she could have broken her paw, twice in fact, and this time her expression was not sheepish but serious. He had a point, she had come close to ending her warrior career on her second day out of camp. What would I be if I had broken my paw then? She kept that thought to herself not wanting to know the answer, and not wanting to have a ready alternative to the warrior lifestyle that she was eagerly choosing to devote herself to.
She thought to what he had said about danger still being meaningful. Are we going to do battle training soon? I want to be able to react to danger the right way. That and i'm really getting tired of messing up today.... maybe what he has planned won't be so bad. She tried to stretch out her senses, but this exercise required complete concentration, a lack of tension in her body, clearness of the mind, and to be still, all of which were her achillies heels. Her mind was realing trying to find from here if any Thunderclanners were near the border, trying to hear whether any other apprentices were training nearby, and hearing the whizzing sound of the wind as it rushed past her ears. See the trouble was she was doing what he had asked, but she was uncertain what he was looking for her to say, so instead she blurted out what she thought was a decent enough response. " Well I see clear skies, and I can't hear any danger... or other cats nearby." She looked to him hoping that this was satisfactory. Meanwhile her claws were hooked to the ground trying to keep herself grounded, as she still had to fight the urge to sprint down the hill. The memories of her recent failures being the only thing stoping her.
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: Each feather it fell from skin Till threadbare while she grew thin How were my eyes so blinded? Each feather it fell from skin
And I will hang my head, hang my head low And I will hang my head, hang my head low
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