Many seasons ago, a flood rampaged through the forest, which was home to four Clans: ThunderClan, ShadowClan, RiverClan, and WindClan. In the end, it destroyed the entire forest, causing the Clans to get lost in the process. The Clans traveled to a far away land, away from all familiar areas. Many cats died on the journey, leaving just a pitiful few left. The few survivors became kittypets, rogues, or stayed as part of their Clan, trying to bring them back together. Eventually, the Clans true ancestry was lost beneath everything. No one could answer the question of who founded the original four Clans. The stories and tales of the "Old Life", when they lived peacefully in the forest were lost, the only things that remained were the names of the Clans. Everything seemed grim for the remaining Clan descendants. The Clans were just known as groups, nothing more and nothing less. But, hope shone through eventually, when four brave cats decided to finally restablish the Clans under new identities. The four cats went by the name of: Creek, Summit, Pine, and Dark. They gave names to the Clans once again, named after themselves and their territories, creating the Clans as we know them.
This is how it should be, and this is how it always will be.
SummitClan: These cats are considered to be descendants of WindClan, but some Clans consider them not one of the original four due to how they have changed. With lean bodies and thick fur, they have adapted from life on the moors to life on the mountains.
PineClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of ThunderClan, they live in the thick forest where they use the undergrowth as an advantage. Their muscular shoulders make them excellent fighters.
DarkClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of ShadowClan, but have adopted being quick instead of relying on brute strength to win their battles. Their teeth are known to be the sharpest in the world, while their territory, the darkest in the current lands.
CreekClan: These cats are considered to be the descendants of RiverClan, considered the most "pure" of all the Clans due to them being so alike to their ancestors. They are excellent swimmers, and take a lot of pride into their skills.
SKIN MADE BY COAL OF WARRIORS: INTO THE FOREST. ALL FORUM SKIN IMAGES (C) COAL. OMEN OF WARRIORS PLOT (C) MORROW AND ASH. WARRIORS (C) ERIN HUNTER. HOMESTUCK ICONS (C) KIZAGUI
Allegiance Description: Muscular tom with extremely dark brown fur and amber eyes.
Detailed Description: Ruddfoot is a dark brown, almost black tom with extremely muscular shoulders. He has quite a large build and looks very intimidating to many cats, even his own clan members. The skilled warrior has large amber eyes that, when he is mad, seem to flare up and get lighter. His paws are large, giving him the -foot suffix. Ruddfoot is missing an extremely large part of his tail due to a fox attack when he was a kit. This threw off his balance when he was younger, but now he is used to it and serves a huge advantage.
Personality: Ruddfoot doesn't have much of a personality. He doesn't show much emotion except for anger and doesn't talk very much. The tomcat spends a lot of his time training to further his already amazing fighting and hunting skills. He swears by the warrior code and would never break it unless it is absolutely necessary. Ruddfoot trusts very few, with exceptions being his sister Quailheart, (making an adoption thread soon) Odin and the Medicine Cat.
Mate/Eyes For: No one (yet)
Roleplay Sample: (It's gonna be short and bad because I'm in a rush)
Ruddfoot hissed at the intruder. "CreekClan scum! Get off of PineClan territory!" He squinted his amber eyes at the unwelcome feline and slowly approached. The cat quickly dropped down into a crouch and growled. "I have a name tough guy." Without warning, the pale she-cat lunged at Ruddfoot. Without much effort, Ruddfoot flung her off and quickly pinned her. The cat realized her mistake of not pre-evaluating her opponent's physique. "Scram." Releasing his grip, Ruddfoot let her scurry away and into her territory.
Post by avarisandkhona on Oct 30, 2016 19:50:04 GMT -5
Age: 8 moons
Allegiance Description: Ginger with white markings and blue eyes
Detailed Description: Ovular face and stout body type. Ears are small and pointy. Short legs, paws and neck. Fur is somewhat frizzy. Tail is round and medium length with white dots and stripes of various sizes. Eyes are narrowed and rarely widen. His snout, chest and underbelly are white. Two white parallel stripes are on his forelegs. Personality: haughty, arrogant, manipulative, exhibitionist
Mate/Eyes For: develops crushes very easily
Roleplay Sample: "I'm going to be leader one day, and you can't stop me!" Maple sneered at the apprentice crounched in front of him. The other cat rolled their eyes at Maple's words as they counted the fighting moves in their head. "What? It's true," Maple said as he leaped towards the cat. "I'm smarter and braver and faster and a better fighter than everyone else." The other cat jumped away just in time, but Maple quickly reared up and rammed into their side. Both toppled down. "See? I'm amazing." Maple stuck his tongue out, almost brushing the cat's fur. The other cat, disgusted, stood up and walked away. "You're just upset about being so much worse than me!" Maple shouted after them. (sorry for the awkward wording)
Age: 27 moons, or two years and three months Gender: Female, molly
Role: Medicine Cat
Allegiance Description: A white molly with grey splotches and yellow eyes. Detailed Description: An averaged sized molly with large splashes of grey along her pelt, this cat has long white whiskers and attractively shaped yellow eyes. She's just slightly smaller than most Clan cats, but she has a stocky build and is known for being a muscly cat, however from moons of neglect her muscles has grown much smaller and less powerful. Personality: As an Apprentice and then Warrior, Puddleshine was known for being a smart, determined, and strong cat. She was snappy and often quick to act, however she was in no way impulsive and in fact has always been a fast thinker, which led to her escaping dangerous situations easily. She liked to take charge, and with a leaderly attitude she was often able to handle other cats, however her lack of patience and compassion made somethings hard for her. She always thought she had a bright future ahead of her, she would become a strong Warrior, then senior Warrior, and maybe even Deputy one day, however as the Clan slowly shrunk she realized there was a desperate need for a Clan healer, and she took it upon herself to fill that position. Though she didn't want to and felt like Medicine Cats were only cowards who liked the scent of herbs, she thought her ancestors would few this as a noble thing to do, and always being an honorable cat she changed her role in the Clan. She tries to be compassionate now and help her Clan mates, however it's quite obvious she hates being a Medicine Cat. She is determined however to stick it out for the good of the Clan until she has fully trained an Apprentice, at which time she plans to return to her normal duties. She has a good memory and is able to adjust to new things fairly easily, however she is often suffering with internal turmoil at basically everything that attempts to throw her off balance, but she doesn't often let this show. Mate/Eyes For: Considering she is a Medicine Cat and it's forbidden to choose a mate, she tries to keep herself away from the other cats as to not develop feelings for anyone. Roleplay Sample:
Inhaling sharply, yet quietly, Amberpaw crept slowly forward, eyes darting around in search for the creature she smelled. Immediately she spotted a shape awaiting her. Rabbit..? Yes, rabbit! Excitedly she focused on keeping her paws quiet as she inched forward, her heart racing. As she came as close as she thought possible Amberpaw readied herself, curling her tail-tip slightly and bunching her leg muscles, before launching off. Landing heavily on the rabbit she latched her teeth on to it's neck as it let out a screech and she wrapped her nimble paws around its chest, holding on tightly. Giving one final burst of strength she squeezed her jaw before hearing a slight snap as the rabbit fell limp beneath her.
Blood coated her muzzle but Amberpaw paid it no mind and excitedly turned back to her mentor. “Did you see it? Did you see it?“ Springing on the dead creature again, she carried it back proudly to Echospring, her tail trembling. She hoped the she-cat would be proud of her.
Post by LunaTheMoon on Nov 8, 2016 18:32:00 GMT -5
48 moons (4 years) old
A large Bay cat that is missing half his tail.
He is missing half his tail.
Bali is a tough cat that likes to fight, he has a hard time trusting others and likes to keep to himself. He was a warrior before Odin became the leader and he thinks StarClan made a mistake choosing the fat cat to be leader. He dreams of becoming leader someday and he sometimes has dreams where a mysteries shadow tells him how he is destined to be the leader.
No one yet but he wishes someday to find the perfect mate to have his kits.
Allegiance Description: A silver and white she-cat with yellow eyes.
Detailed Description: Birchpaw has soft and silky silvery grey fur mixed with bits of white.She has a partially white chest, and her muzzle is white as well. The tip of her fluffy tail is a dark grey, and she has pale yellow eyes.
Personality: Birchpaw became a medicine cat apprentice not because she was mute, but because of how much she cares about others. Her pale, yellow eyes take in everything around her. She is very emotionally smart, often able to interpret how other cats are feeling, and how their day has been going.
Unfortunately, just because she can understand others doesn't mean that they can understand her. Though she tries her best to act out what she means, miming can only go so far. After a day of being misunderstood, she will often find herself wishing that she were not mute, or wishing that a kindred spirit would come along who could understand her.
Mate/Eyes For: None, especially since she is training to be a medicine cat.
A large and bulky build, she has an air of toughness around her. Her dark grey fur is thick and short, it doesn't help her much when it comes to fighting though. Her eyes are a blazing yellow, and her ears are of average size. She has many scars spread out across her body, most visibly the nicks on her ears and pale gashes on her right cheek.
Not one to let anything really stop her, Silvermoon always aims for something more, something better. She is extremely competitive and always loves being the one to come out on top, though she isn't one to rub a victory in someone's face. Humility is always important when you win. She's quite blunt when it comes to speaking. She doesn't consider other's feelings or the consequences of what she may say, though she doesn't do it on purpose. She only says what she says because she thinks that it is necessary. While she can be rather harsh with her words a lot of the time, you can depend on the fact that she generally means what she says. She is a cat with an honorable spirit, the one promise that she can guarantee anyone is that she won't stab them in the back. She can have a bad habit of putting others before herself, and leaving her to get hurt.
Roleplay Sample: I'll just use ones that I have on here that I used for Annah, though these aren't my best examples!
"She padded cautiously as she glanced around the forest. She had to move from her old home due to the area becoming overcrowded, and while she wasn't too eager to move into the forest it was a better alternative than living close to the river. Scenting the air, she could find an old trace of a tom that traveled through. It wasn't very recent though, so she assumed that it was just someone traveling through the area like her. Glancing around, she made sure to keep an eye out just in case there was someone in the area. Her large ears perked up, she continued padding through the area. Glancing around at the trees, she could see scores of claw marks, as if it was marking someone's territory. But there were no fresh scents, so surely there was nobody around? Continuing onward and well into the marked area, she paus"ed as she heard several sticks snap to her left. The hair on her back instinctively rose as she scented someone nearby. While she wasn't looking for trouble, that didn't mean that the other party felt the same."
"The fur on her back rose once again, and her heart beat nervously. If he was a bit crazy, perhaps it would be best to listen to his demands. Though she might be able to outrun him, she didn't want to risk getting caught. The idea of getting caught under those massive paws sent chills down her spine. Taking slow careful steps out into the clearing that the tom was in, she narrowed her eyes warily as she revealed herself to him. "...I'm just passing through." She mewed quietly, her voice somewhat hoarse from not speaking in so long. Flicking her tail, she glanced around the clearing, checking for any signs of another cat. She didn't want to be jumped after all."