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Post by frost2fur on Nov 7, 2006 21:23:13 GMT -5
Name: Shineheart Clan: Dragonclan Rank: Medicine cat Appearance: Extremely glossy white fur with a crooked,dark gray tail, right front paw is also dark gray on black leg, back left leg has a dark grey ring around it in the middle. Stunning sea-green eyes. Personality: Sweet and kind. She is very smart, and will stop at nothing to learn more. When she isn't healing cats, you will often find her in the forest looking for new herbs to use. History: Shineheart has always wanted to be a medicine cat, and learned very quickly. Her parents died in a battle the day before her medicine cat ceromony, making her even more determined to save others.
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Post by frost2fur on Nov 26, 2006 17:38:29 GMT -5
Name: Flowertail
Gender: She-cat
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Warrior/ Soon-to-be queen
Clan: DragonClan
Appearance: A small, long-haired calico she-cat with sea-blue eyes. Her tail is slender, and puffs at the end, resembling a blooming flower.
Personality: Flowertail is an outgoing she-cat who is extremely kind. She would risk her life to save another cat, especially her mate, Needlefur.
History: Flowertail spent her first 8 moons as a kittypet. She ran away after her owner had adopted a dog, and after another 3 moons met Needlefur. They fell in love (awwwww). 1 moon later, she was adopted by DragonClan. Needlefur joined later, and now they are mates.
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Post by frost2fur on Nov 26, 2006 17:30:41 GMT -5
Name: Needlefur
Age: 18 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: DragonClan
Appearance: A long, slender, smoky gray cat with a blue right eye and a yellow left eye. He has long fur that sticks out in points at odd angles. Intimidating when seen from afar.
Personality: Kind, which nobody would be able to tell from his fierce appearance. He is extremely shy, his only friend being his mate, Flowertail.
History: Needlefur escaped from the home of Twolegs after being snatched from his family as a loner. After about 3 moons of being a loner again, he met Flowertail, a former kittypet, who, 1 moon later, would join DragonClan. He couldn't bear being away from Flowertail and decided that he himself would join DragonClan. Now, 6 moons later, they are mates.
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Post by frost2fur on Nov 4, 2006 22:46:07 GMT -5
Oh, ok! Thanks a lot!
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Post by frost2fur on Oct 20, 2006 17:49:01 GMT -5
That would be great! I always saw myself having something to do with being a medicine cat (even if I'm just the apprentice of one)
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Post by frost2fur on Oct 19, 2006 15:26:37 GMT -5
Ummm.. I'm new here. I'd like to create an apprentice, and just stick her in a clan with an open spot, please. Name: Burrclaw Pelt: Tan with black flecks Eyes: Green as emeralds Age: 8 moons Personality: Generally shy and playful, sometimes becomes angry for no reason at all (to a normal cat)
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 21, 2007 10:32:19 GMT -5
Thank u!
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 19, 2007 15:41:38 GMT -5
Name: Shiningmoon Age: 18 moons Clan: Uh, RavenClan, duh! Rank: Warrior Personality: Shiningmoon is a reserved, intelligent cat. On patrols she is very paranoid, however, and sniffs every blade of grass to make sure there are no cats from a different clan around. (History Related) Appearance: Shiningmoon is a purebred Egyptian Mau. Her pelt is a mixture of black spots, curved black lines, and short black dashes on a bluish-grey background. She is streamlined when it comes to body shape. History: Shiningmoon was just a kit, barely 5 moons old, when her Twolegs dropped her in a desolate alley in a far-away city. She found a new home with another pair of Twolegs, but found that living the cushy life just wasn't appealing to her. Her 2 months in the alley had toughened her up so much that she needed adventure and challenges, not tasteless kibble in a bowl and a warm bed every night, shielded from pounding rain and danger. Shiningmoon left her home with the Twolegs, and after listening to some of the other alley cats, found out about "clans." This was just what Shiningmoon had wanted! A place to be herself, a cat! Shiningmoon travelled for 4 more months in the countryside, and found a small clan called LeafClan. (Now here comes the personality changing part.) She was welcomed into the Clan happily. After Shiningmoon (back then called Rainbowbeam) had become a warrior, a big war started. A neighboring clan called RockClan attacked her camp, killing her "mother" and her "sisters," and various others she had cared about. She fled, and after 3 more moons of traveling, found RavenClan. Ever since then, Shiningmoon has been paranoid of 1) an attack from other cats, and 2) having loved ones, in case number 1 ever happened. She could never go through that experience again, and is likely never to have kits, due to trusting no-one and her fear of having friends or loved ones...
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Post by frost2fur on Apr 1, 2007 17:46:29 GMT -5
((Didn't mean that you were stupid. I confuse myself sometimes. I call that stupid.))
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 31, 2007 18:43:40 GMT -5
((Greypaw isn't really talking, just in case that what you thoguht. Mistypaw is somehow able to read his thoughts.))
Greypaw nodded. Apparently Wingpaw was a mind-reader too. Either that or Greypaw was just... different. He smiled at the older apprentice and meowed, "Sure, we can be friends. And I'll make sure Mistypaw leaves me alone."
Mistypaw's ear just twitched. She couldn't hear anything that was going on behind her, and she didn't really care. She was utterly annoyed by what had just happened, and she padded into the apprentices' den, swatting the twisted walls of the opening as she walked through.
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 31, 2007 12:19:38 GMT -5
Mistypaw glared at the backs of the two cats. What do they think they're doing in my business anyway? If they had heard his thoughts, they probably would have said the same thing.
Greypaw hung his head. It was clear to every cat that he wasn't very tough, and he knew it. But he didn't know how Mistypaw had heard what he thought. He couldn't hear or see her thoughts, so why could she? It wasn't fair! She-cats mature faster than toms. Greypaw's mind instantly transported him to the camp, back when he was a little kit. He had asked his mother why Sleekkit and Mistykit could already run around without tripping on their feet. His mother explained that since they were she-cats, they were supposed to be swift and more nimble. She had ended with her now famous quote (another reason Greypaw hatched the plan to leave) "She-cats mature faster than toms." Greypaw wanted the she-cats from his litter to leave. Instead, Mistypaw saw through it, convinced the others not to go, and bullied Greypaw into leaving with her.
Mistypaw was a little too far away to see these thoguhts, and Greypaw knew she wouldn't have cared. She would have laughed and swatted his ear again.
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 29, 2007 14:32:27 GMT -5
Mistypaw smiled smugly as she thought of the cave. It must be pretty cold. The cold winds of evil hearts probably blow through it. I'll have to go visit it.
Greypaw shifted uncomfortably. He didn't like it here much. He had never wanted to really come himself, but Mistypaw had bullied him into it. Deep down she was a scaredy cat, and she wanted to make sure that she would have a chance to escape if anything had tried to eat them. She knew that whatever might come would come for her brother, the meatier of the two. She could have gotten away while it ate him. She would have caused his death and not even care.
She wouldn't have grieved. She'd had laughed while she sat and admired Blackspirit. She's so interested in being evil, she'd let me die if it meant she'd be remembered by some cat in StarClan as a traitor.
Mistypaw turned at this. She now knew it was Greypaw she was hearing. Rage flashed in her eyes, and trying to get under control, she briskly licked herself. She couldn't take it. Greypaw was a scared little furball of a mouse, and that's all he would ever be. She cooly walked over to him, and making sure to walk by, leaned over in his ear and hissed, "You'll meet me at the prey-spot tonight, when the moon is over the camp. You will come, or you'll be pieces of fur on the floor of that den tomorrow morning."
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 23, 2007 15:05:42 GMT -5
((Ghost cat: It is I, the noble Barkhea-))
*Rock falls from atomic explosion, crushing the warrior's ghost and therefore stopping the attack on Blackspirit's siggy*
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 22, 2007 16:29:38 GMT -5
((Crystalwing: MUAHAHA! I've tied frost2fur to a chair and am making her watch Barney. So unfortunately, she's unable to get to the comp... Oomph! NOOO! She's gotten free! Mistypaw, Greypaw, tie her up!))
*pushes the two apprentices away*
Mistypaw and Greypaw looked at one another with a confused face. Neither knew of a Crystalwing or a Greyfur, so they didn't know what to think.
Well, whoever they are, they must be really good warriors, able to help the clan. Mistypaw thought happily, mindlessly staring at her brother.
I'm beginning to not like it here. But I can't go home.
This was Greypaw's thought... but why did Mistypaw hear it? Mistypaw pulled her brother to the edge of the group and meowed, "Quick! Think of anything, but don't say anything." Greypaw quickly thought of home, and a picture of the DragonClan camp flashed into the other apprentice's head.
"What did you think of, Greypaw?" Mistypaw mewed.
"I... I thought of home." Greypaw meowed, stammering. "I... I just thought of home, of how I... how I hated it there!" He had just lied. He wanted to go back home. Badly. And Mistypaw knew, she could feel his longing for home, and it sickened her. She did not tell him she knew, but simply walked away, deeply annoyed. Greypaw felt clueless to her sudden mood change, and turned back to look at Blackspirit.
((Crystalwing: Ha! We got her... again! Now sit in the chair and watch the purple dinosaur! Don't worry, this time we got thick rope, little apprentices. Hey, wait a minute, what is this?))
*reads post*
((Greypaw: Ummm... they're all lies! Lies, I tell you! She wasn't there, she wasn't in my mind!))
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 21, 2007 14:35:21 GMT -5
((All hail the mighty Blasckspirit, for he has developed the Twoleg art of typing and clicking!))
Mistypaw and Greypaw shot up and darted to the middle of the clearing to hear what Blackspirit had to say. Mistypaw was especially excited, and could hardly contain herself, shaking a bit.
Greypaw, on the other hand, was uninterested and was trying to cuff his sister's ear as she sat. With a glare Mistypaw cuffed her brother back, harder than just a play cuff. Greypaw miserably winced as he felt a drop of blood form, but did nothing more.
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 20, 2007 14:20:21 GMT -5
((lol, sorry, its just so... quiet here. I needed to do something stupid and utterly un-needed, I just had to.))
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Post by frost2fur on Mar 20, 2007 14:19:13 GMT -5
((OOC:))A shadowy figure appears before Marbleheat, waving his hand and conjuring up a piece of parchment. Handing it to Marbleheat, a little chime is heard.
Doodaloo!
The shadowy figure dances when he hears the chime, then hastily coughing and turning back to Marbleheat, turns into a leprechaun. The leprechaun asks:
"You have just found the Map of Unfound Glories and Treasures! Marbleheat, do you accept this challenge?" ((Now BIC))
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Post by frost2fur on Feb 1, 2007 21:12:56 GMT -5
Mistypaw smiled back at the apprentice and meowed, "Yes, we are." She was pretty sure that Wingpaw's question was genuine, not just a jeer or tease. She liked being treated as an equal by an older apprentice.
Greypaw also meowed a "Yes," but not as enthusiastically as his sister. Besides, he was on a patrol with his sister, and she had just got done treating him like a kit...
Mistypaw padded toward the edge of the clearing and mewed, "Come on! I found a great spot on the way here the other night. I caught a lot of prey." Greypaw followed, and the two waited for Wingpaw.
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Post by frost2fur on Feb 1, 2007 17:50:02 GMT -5
Mistypaw was sitting patiently in the middle of the clearing, wondering what to do. It seemed that no-one wanted to be her mentor... or Greypaw's. She sighed and laid down.
Greypaw came out of the apprentices' den and took a look at the fresh kill pile. The small store for kits and new apprentices was gone... "Hey Mistypaw?"
Mistypaw snapped her head up and meowed, "What?" in a rude voice. Greypaw flinched a bit. "You know how to hunt. Maybe you could catch us some food?" Mistpaw's eyes were flaming now, and she yowled, "You think that, just because you were too lazy to accompany me when I trained, I'll do stuff for you!?[/i] You must be a mouse brained piece of dung to think that! Teach yourself to hunt or wait for the next hunting patrol to go out!"
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 29, 2007 19:02:15 GMT -5
Mistypaw turned to her brother with excitedly gleaming eyes. "We're apprentices!" she exclaimed, and then she bounded over to the apprentices den. "Well, come on, you scrap of fur!"
Greypaw stared at his sister bleakly. "Since when did she ever use the word "we're" when she implied me too?" he sulkingly meowed, then trudged into the apprentices' den, following his sister.
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 26, 2007 11:54:19 GMT -5
((ooc: by the way, the spoiler things look really cool. How do you get them? I might be able to use one later!))
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 26, 2007 11:53:01 GMT -5
"Thank you," both apprentices meowed in unison, and then walked back to where they had been before. Greypaw as hoping two different warriors would want to train them; then he wouldn't be teased or pressured by his sister. Mistypaw wasn't really caring; as long as she got a good mentor, she was okay. Ok, listen up. If the kits get seperate mentors, Greypaw just might be killed off *hint hint* but if they get the same mentor, he will become much tougher, being able to stand up to his tough sister. This depends on you guys.
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 25, 2007 18:07:59 GMT -5
Mistykit looked over at Raccoonclaw and Blackspirit. She was wondering, too, what was going on.
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 24, 2007 20:55:32 GMT -5
Mistykit and Greykit had heard the warrior ceremony taking place and came out of the apprentices' den. Mistykit proudly padded up to the cats so that she was positioned behind and off center of the three warriors, and Greykit sat next to her.
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Post by frost2fur on Jan 19, 2007 16:49:52 GMT -5
Mistykit nodded her head. Even for a small kit, she understood. Mistykit, in her 4 moons with DragonClan, had heard of this war many times. She happened to be born right after it, so it was still the Clan's main topic of discussion when she was just old enough to hear. Her older brother, Mottledfire, had lost a good friend when he was just a kit to this war. He was now a warrior.
"I understand." she mewed, and watched as Blacksirit walked out. She made a bed and laid down. Within minutes she was asleep.
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