Warriors Roleplay

[Amanda]

This takes place in ShadowClan long after Blackstar passed.

Plot:
The cats of ShadowClan felt blessed when a new species of prey shows itself around the territory. A white rabbit settles in the pine forests of ShadowClan during early newleaf and populate the area quickly. Not only is there plenty of the species, but their distinct pelts are easily picked off against the darkness of the forest. The Clan stock the fresh-kill pile to the brim with the delicious bunnies, and everything seems to be booming. When cats start to feel ill, no one draws the connection between the rabbits and the sickness. Finally, a cat wakes up in a state of madness. They can't remember anything: who they are, where they are, what they are, everything. The medicine cat is baffled by whatever happened to the cat. Gradually, other cases show up. With no answers from StarClan, they tend to the ill which seem to be decaying like crowfood by the day. After a week of the illness, they're merely skin on bones, have limited eyesight and vision, and have no memory to rely on whatsoever. After a slow, painful moon, they're dead. A moon passes and finally StarClan shows themselves, offering a less than hopeful prophecy to four chosen cats:
One will become many
No memory of what happened
Wise eyes, look to the sky
The stars are the key to your herb
After much speculation, those four cats are sent on a journey to find a mysterious herbs that may just save the forest of cats from extinction.
The rest will be left to our roleplayer's creativity. :) Don't want too many restrictions.

So, I take it if you've read this far you're interested in joining! Although I will be playing the leader, they're plenty of other 'main characters' left such as deputy, medicine cat(s), the prophecy cats, volunteers of cats who will be infected, etc.

Before I let you fill out a list for you character, here is a list of rules that I hope you will follow.

Rules

• All of the rules Sophie listed on the Rules thread apply here. If you are unsure of these rules (which I sure hope you aren't!), click unityindiversity.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=rules&action=display&thread=2 that link to remind yourself.
  
• Please try to stay on the plot line. If you want more of an open roleplay, I'm sure you can find one somewhere on here.
  
• Avoid Mary Sues and Gary Stus. They're boring and frankly, get annoying. Don't be afraid to give your cats flaws, because that's what defines their character!
  
• Absolutely no god-moding or power-playing. I will delete your post if I see any of it.
  
• Although Sophie makes it clear on the site's rules, I'll make it clear again, keep it PG-13. Think something might be too graphic to post? Either don't post it or message an administrator or mod about it. Basically, no mating scenes, kit birthing, you get the gist. I'm not honestly sure why anyone would post that anyway. o_O
  
• Have fun. If you don't have fun, I'll shoot you. >:U Just kidding. But seriously, if you're not having fun, you don't have to roleplay.
  

Now that the rules are over with, time for fun! Below will be a simple form to join.

Name:
Gender:
Age:
Position:
Description:
Personality:
Family:
Mate:
Kits:
History:
If you could include a picture of your cat, that would be awesome.

[Amanda]

The Clan

Leader
Name:
Littlestar.

Gender:
She-cat.

Age:
Thirty-seven moons.

Position:
ShadowClan leader

Description:
Littlestar is quite the sight to behold. Although her bones jut out of her ragged pelt awkwardly, she is still in a healthy state. Ever since birth, she's been, well, small. No taller than an average apprentice, others set low expectations for the runt. Her skin dangles loose due to past litters that have withered her tiny bones and skin. Scars form deep groves in her aging body, a common sight to spy on her pelt.

One of her biggest oddities is that fact that she only has three legs. Her right front leg isn't present, just a mere stump. The story of the loss of her leg has been twisted by rumors and assumptions, but Littlestar never bothers to correct the curiosity of a cat.

Her dark brown tabby pelt has a variety of shades of brown; from tawny to chestnut. It holds the same pattern throughout her lithe figure, from tail tip to her bright red nose. Age is catching up to her like a cat chases it's prey as her muzzle gains tints of gray and white around the edges.

Her eyes are simply gray, and change with the seasons. Typically in leaf-bare, they stay a desolate white, reflecting the snow covered surface her Clan has to face for moons. By new-leaf, they are a light blue. Green-leaf causes them to erupt into a brilliant hue of green, almost like an emerald. Lastly, leaf-fall. That changes them a crisp amber; like the leaves that crunch under her paws. Just like her personality, her eye colors are unpredictable.

Personality:
Littlestar's personality is almost impossible to describe precisely. Like a blank page, it has many corners and spaces to cover completely. However, there are key aspects of what makes Littlestar...well, Littlestar, which many refer back to as their leader.

Paranoia is what Littlestar is widely famous for. It isn't just large things that upset her, no. Little bits and fears that interrupt the stream of normality upset her to no end. A twig snapping in the distance? It must be an intruder! A leaf meanders on a wavering course to the ground. An intruder must be in the tree. Not only does it lead her Clan into wrongful accusations, but it affects the trust that was bonded on her by her own Clanmates. Is she right or is she just paranoid? No one ever knows.

Another facet of Littlestar cats have accustomed to is her absolutely wretched moods. There is no minor mien that will ever cross her. Her moods can only be extremities, for unknown reasons. Besides the fact that she's mainly paranoid about something, she can get very angry and very flirtatious. Whatever you can name, she has felt that way to an extreme severity.

Contrary to the popular belief, Littlestar is highly intelligent. She doesn't always use it for good, or frankly, the benefit of her and her Clan, however. She figures out things in her mind easily, but her paranoia often gets in her way of putting it into play.

Lastly, Littlestar has unquestionable loyalty to the Clan she has served for her entire life. She would do anything for her Clanmates, and that has never been put under testimony ever since she saved a kit from an ominous death.

Family:
She has a sister, Russetwing, and a half-sister, Sorrelstream. Forgets her parents, but mainly just doesn't care.

Mate:
She doesn't like other cats.

Kits:
They died.

History:
She keeps it private.

Deputy
Name: Tigerfang
Gender: She-cat
Age: 45 moons
Position: Deputy
Description: dark tan she-cat with white paws and a light tan chest and bright green eyes
Personality: She is ruthless and sarcastic. Tigerfang is a cat whom has no issue whatsoever with taking the life of another cat. ShadowClan is her top priority, and she has been known to stay up until dawn for several days in a row to get a job accomplished. She is ambitious, distant, and intelligent.
Family: Father - Darkclaw; Mother - Lightfoot; Siblings - Rosefur [f], Rowantail [m]
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
History: Her father died in battle shortly after she was born, so she never knew him. It never really bothered her, because she was always told of the ruthless fighter that he was. She was young when she aspired to be just like Darkclaw. This ambition eventually led her to become deputy, where she swore to be the best that she could. She never desired to have kits or take a mate.
(View application for picture)

Medicine Cat(s)
None yet.

Warriors
Name: Stormfang

Gender: Male

Age: 26 moons

Position: Warrior, maybe prophecy cat?

Description: Stormfang is a muscular gray tom. He is very strong, and he is most skilled in fighting. As you might have guessed, he has sharp, large teeth. He also has sharp claws. His fur is short and rough. He has light blue eyes. Stormfang is quite attractive. He looks a bit intimidating, but at the same time adorable.

Personality: Stormfang is loyal to his clan, let's say. But he really hates all the other clans. He can be very hostile to any cat that is not in his clan, and his first instinct is to fight. He is extremely rude to cats from other clans. But to his own clan-mates he is a lot nicer. He thinks he is pretty darn cool, and he is, but yes he has a bit of an ego. He also has a problem: he prefers males over females. He is this proud, fierce cat, yet he is gay. He has not told any cat because he fears they will scorn him. The only cat who knows his secret is his mate, Hawknose.


Family:
mother: Iceflower
father: Stonefang
sisters: Barkfire, Frostgaze

Mate: Hawknose

Kits: None.

History:
kit: Stormkit was born along with Frostkit and Bark-kit to a queen named Iceflower. Iceflower's mate was a brave and strong warrior named Stonefang. Stormkit always knew he wanted to be like his father. He was the only one of his siblings that resembled his father, and he was the biggest in the litter. He got along okay with his sisters. He and Bark-kit were quite closer for siblings, though most of the time Bark-kit was with their more quiet and kind sister Frostkit. Stormkit always felt that he had to protect his dear sisters.

When Stormkit was a moon old, one of the queens, Lacepetal, had a single kit. Hawk-kit. Stormkit had been very happy that a male had been born. Maybe a bit too happy. As soon as Hawk-kit had opened his eyes, Stormkit had befriended him. They played together a lot, and Stormkit could tell that Hawk-kit had needed a friend. Hawk-kit's father, Brownfur, was never around, unlike Stonefang who came daily to see his kits.

apprentice: Stormpaw was apprenticed to Brownfur, Hawk-kit's father. Stormpaw did very well in his training, even at a young age. He soon realized he was skilled at fighting, while Barkpaw was skilled at hunting, and Frostpaw was skilled at tracking. Stormpaw would once in a while visit Hawk-kit in the nursery to make sure he did not get lonely.

Stormpaw was around six moons old when he realized he was gay. It freaked him out at first, and he decided he had to hide it. So he acted like any normal male would. He even tried to flirt with female apprentices, though it felt very weird to be doing that.

warrior: He and his siblings were made into warriors. That was when he noticed changes in Barkfire's behavior. She started acting very odd, especially around him. Then one day she said she loved him. He got freaked out, and she begged him to be her mate. He ran away from her, and she chased after him with a crazed look on her normally sweet face.

After that he avoided his sister. He was rather scared of her now. But he found that he could confide in Hawknose. One day when he was complaining about she-cats chasing after him all the time, Hawknose asked him if he way gay. He said yes, and Hawknose also admitted to being gay. After that they became mates.
(View picture in application)

Apprentices.

Name: Snowpaw
Gender: Male
Age: 9 moons
Position: Apprentice
Description: Snowpaw is a sleek, white tom with blazing green eyes. His fur is long and often ruffled up due to his usual habit of getting into fights. His eyes have flecks of brown and gold in them, and tend to glint mischeviously when he's up to something. He is slim and can run quite fast. He has a small pink scar across his left eye.
Personality: Snowpaw, if you were to sum him up in a word, is adventurous. He loves taking risks and living on the edge, therefore he is often seen recieving a punishment from Littlestar. He's also very blunt, as well as witty. And yet, at times he can be the most caring cat in the world, giving out comfort only to those he thinks deserve it.
Family: Whitefang, small tabby she-cat, and Goldenstorm, light golden tom.
Mate: None.
Kits: None.
History: Snowpaw was born very small, to the point of his parents worrying. He was always behind the other kits. And yet, at the age of 4 moons, he began to catch up. In fact, one day he ventured off, only to return with a bleeding scratch across his left eye. Nobody knew where he had gotten it, and to this day he won't tell anybody.

Queens and Kits
None.

Elders
None.

Prophecy Cats
Stormfang

[Sophie]

Name: Tigerfang
Gender: She-cat
Age: 45 moons
Position: Deputy
Description: dark tan she-cat with white paws and a light tan chest and bright green eyes
Personality: She is ruthless and sarcastic. Tigerfang is a cat whom has no issue whatsoever with taking the life of another cat. ShadowClan is her top priority, and she has been known to stay up until dawn for several days in a row to get a job accomplished. She is ambitious, distant, and intelligent.
Family: Father - Darkclaw; Mother - Lightfoot; Siblings - Rosefur [f], Rowantail [m]
Mate: n/a
Kits: n/a
History: Her father died in battle shortly after she was born, so she never knew him. It never really bothered her, because she was always told of the ruthless fighter that he was. She was young when she aspired to be just like Darkclaw. This ambition eventually led her to become deputy, where she swore to be the best that she could. She never desired to have kits or take a mate.

[Amanda]

Added to Clan list!

[Kahlan]

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Name: Thunderstorm. [cause i'm cool like that. ;D]
Gender: Male.
Age: 23 Moons.
Position: Prophecy cat.
Description: This male is a normal brown tabby, but what is different is some of his stripes, stark white looking like lightning across his pelt. His eyes are a mystical green-blue, they stand out against his pelt, especially when surrounded in his white white fur. His tawny nose is trimmed with black, outlining it against the many colors of his nose and the whiteness of his mouth.
Personality: He may seem like he is easy to approached but he is far from it. That is where his other half of his name comes from, his mood is normally a dark storm.
Family: Mother: Rockshadow, Father: Knife. No siblings.
Mate: None.
Kits: None.
History:His mother was a clancat, her name was Rockshadow, her dark brown pelt giving her the name. When his mother was younger, she was quite an ambitious little lady, her small frame nicely built and airy, perfect for running. She could have been easily the fastest cat in the clan, or even all the clans. One day, she was cruising around the forest, out on a hunting adventure when she happened upon a rouge tom. His interesting silver pelt and bright silver eyes drew her in when he had suddenly appeared behind her. He was a handsome stranger, and when he smiled at her, she was lost. She spent hours talking to the male, heading home just after sunset. Never before had she felt so free then when she was with him.
For months afterward she would sneak out to see him, to be with him. They were inseperable when they were together, and it was a shame she lived in the clan. Knife had asked her time and time to leave with him, to become a rouge like he was, to explore the lands. However she refused him every time, and one of the last times she ever saw him they got into a big argument how she would always be loyal to her clan and could never leave him. Knife left in a storm, cursing about how she-cats are so emotional.
Rockshadow ran home, tears forming in her eyes but she dare not let them fall. After rolling around in heavily scented flowers, she absent mindedly felt something in her stomach. Brushing it off she went about her duty for the next few weeks. It didn't become apparent to her that her lithe shape was being lost, and the medicine cat pulled her aside and started probbing her stomach without even saying a word.
"Just as I thought," The other she-cat had gruffed. "You're expecting kits, off to the nursery with you!"

[Wildz]

Name: Stormfang

Gender: Male

Age: 26 moons

Position: Warrior, maybe prophecy cat?

Description: Stormfang is a muscular gray tom. He is very strong, and he is most skilled in fighting. As you might have guessed, he has sharp, large teeth. He also has sharp claws. His fur is short and rough. He has light blue eyes. Stormfang is quite attractive. He looks a bit intimidating, but at the same time adorable.

Personality: Stormfang is loyal to his clan, let's say. But he really hates all the other clans. He can be very hostile to any cat that is not in his clan, and his first instinct is to fight. He is extremely rude to cats from other clans. But to his own clan-mates he is a lot nicer. He thinks he is pretty darn cool, and he is, but yes he has a bit of an ego. He also has a problem: he prefers males over females. He is this proud, fierce cat, yet he is gay. He has not told any cat because he fears they will scorn him. The only cat who knows his secret is his mate, Hawknose.


Family:
mother: Iceflower
father: Stonefang
sisters: Barkfire, Frostgaze

Mate: Hawknose

Kits: None.

History:
kit: Stormkit was born along with Frostkit and Bark-kit to a queen named Iceflower. Iceflower's mate was a brave and strong warrior named Stonefang. Stormkit always knew he wanted to be like his father. He was the only one of his siblings that resembled his father, and he was the biggest in the litter. He got along okay with his sisters. He and Bark-kit were quite closer for siblings, though most of the time Bark-kit was with their more quiet and kind sister Frostkit. Stormkit always felt that he had to protect his dear sisters.

When Stormkit was a moon old, one of the queens, Lacepetal, had a single kit. Hawk-kit. Stormkit had been very happy that a male had been born. Maybe a bit too happy. As soon as Hawk-kit had opened his eyes, Stormkit had befriended him. They played together a lot, and Stormkit could tell that Hawk-kit had needed a friend. Hawk-kit's father, Brownfur, was never around, unlike Stonefang who came daily to see his kits.

apprentice: Stormpaw was apprenticed to Brownfur, Hawk-kit's father. Stormpaw did very well in his training, even at a young age. He soon realized he was skilled at fighting, while Barkpaw was skilled at hunting, and Frostpaw was skilled at tracking. Stormpaw would once in a while visit Hawk-kit in the nursery to make sure he did not get lonely.

Stormpaw was around six moons old when he realized he was gay. It freaked him out at first, and he decided he had to hide it. So he acted like any normal male would. He even tried to flirt with female apprentices, though it felt very weird to be doing that.

warrior: He and his siblings were made into warriors. That was when he noticed changes in Barkfire's behavior. She started acting very odd, especially around him. Then one day she said she loved him. He got freaked out, and she begged him to be her mate. He ran away from her, and she chased after him with a crazed look on her normally sweet face.

After that he avoided his sister. He was rather scared of her now. But he found that he could confide in Hawknose. One day when he was complaining about she-cats chasing after him all the time, Hawknose asked him if he way gay. He said yes, and Hawknose also admitted to being gay. After that they became mates.



Maybe Stormfang can be one of the prophecy cats? I don't really care though. I'll make his sisters later.

Storm x Hawk forever! <3

[Snowy]

Name: Snowpaw
Gender: Male
Age: 9 moons
Position: Apprentice
Description: Snowpaw is a sleek, white tom with blazing green eyes. His fur is long and often ruffled up due to his usual habit of getting into fights. His eyes have flecks of brown and gold in them, and tend to glint mischeviously when he's up to something. He is slim and can run quite fast. He has a small pink scar across his left eye.
Personality: Snowpaw, if you were to sum him up in a word, is adventurous. He loves taking risks and living on the edge, therefore he is often seen recieving a punishment from Littlestar. He's also very blunt, as well as witty. And yet, at times he can be the most caring cat in the world, giving out comfort only to those he thinks deserve it.
Family: Whitefang, small tabby she-cat, and Goldenstorm, light golden tom.
Mate: None.
Kits: None.
History: Snowpaw was born very small, to the point of his parents worrying. He was always behind the other kits. And yet, at the age of 4 moons, he began to catch up. In fact, one day he ventured off, only to return with a bleeding scratch across his left eye. Nobody knew where he had gotten it, and to this day he won't tell anybody.

[Amanda]

Added. :D I'll give him a mentor once we get more warriors.

[Wildz]

Stormfang can mentor Snowpaw if you want. Or one of Stormfang's sisters, when I get around to making them. xD

[Swolfy]

Name: Sunpelt

Gender:
Female

Age:
16 moons

Position:
Warrior

Description:
Hehe, wow, is all I can say. Wait, scratch that. I could go on and on about the beauty of Sunpelt...
She is one of the most beautiful she-cats around, and knows how to really set her acts off. She has a gorgeous, long, flowing golden pelt, much like rays of sunshine. With a muzzle the color of milk and honey with leg feathering to match, and then a chocolate tail tip, she is truly delectable.

She has piercing green eyes, which set off her pelt color nicely. She has a small, delicate, and very accurate nose, and dainty ears.

Sunpelt has long, nimble legs, complimented by the feathering on her fore and back limbs. She walks with a strange gait: Close enough to a prance to show make her fur ruffle attractively, but not enough to make her look vain. When she moves, you could almost watch her fur all day: When it is bunched together, it's a smooth dark brown, when farther apart; a honey gold.

Personality:
Hehe, another wow. Now, you shall know why I went into her description so much...

She is sweet and soft spoken most of the time, but recently has began getting more and more fiery. It may have been because she was recently rejected by the clan: She had protested strongly against eating the rabbits, saying that "They are light, we are shadow, the mixing of which makes gray, which in turn means death" and "We fear the unknown for a reason". Now, she feels her words have been proved true, and walks with an extra spring in her step.

Sunpelt is known as one of the most vain and coquettish cats around. She makes it a point, indeed her life's goal, to flirt with every male (she even taunts the females), no matter which clan. She has gotten in trouble several times for sneaking off to other clans' territories, and her loyalty to anyone is doubtful.

Despite all this, she does have the potential for good. Even if she is not loyal, does not mean she is not gallant. If anyone needs saving, you can count on her. If anyone needs someone to confide in, Sunpelt is the one to turn to; with no friends to tell the secret too, and why not tell a gorgeous she-cat?, she is the perfect one to tell.

She is nice to everyone, no matter who they are or what clan they belong to. Because of her wanderings, she has an extraordinary capacity for empathy, despite her paraded indifference to anything but flirting. For her young age, she is an amazing cat.

Family:
Mother: Warmheart
Father: Frosteyes
Siblings: Lizardheart, Icepaw, and Webfur.

Mate:
None yet... But maybe she will find someone more than just another guy to woo?

Kits:
None.

History:
When she was born, she was the loudest of the bunch. She and her sister, Webkit (named so because of her strange silver-gold color), were the closest. They were polar opposites, they hated each other with a passion, and were the best of friends. Sunkit; vain, flirtatious (even at that age), and as loyal as a snake. Webkit; humble, kind, and would jump off a cliff if anyone she cared for told her to. They were the definition of opposites attract.

Lizardkit (named for his cold eyes and slippery... Everything. (personality, physique, etc.) and Icekit (named so because of her blue eyes, like her father) were also inseparable. They were the ultimate brother and sister mischief team, until one day only Lizardpaw wandered back into camp. Icepaw (see how time's progressing?) had disappeared without a trace. As soon as Lizardpaw turned to Lizardheart, he too disappeared.

The disappearances of her other two siblings didn't bother Sunpaw in the slightest. Webpaw, however, was devastated. Soon after, Webpaw disappeared looking for her siblings. In her honor, the previous leader promoted her to Webfur. Sunpelt was now free from the burden of family; her parents had perished from eating the rabbits. These losses do not appear to bother her in the slightest, except sometimes, if you are the cat who enjoys staying up late, you can still hear her crying "Webfur" in her sleep.