the form for all the cats here. some of these got denied, are pending, or are just character ideas i'm waiting to put into the world. or some are actual characters!
Current Name: Minttuft
Other Names, if any: Mintie
Age (in moons): 18 moons
Gender: she/her, female
Creation Date: December 9th, 2023 - 10:44 AM
Purrks: N/A
Short Appearance Desc.: feminine build, lavender grey pelt, swirly stripes on patches of fur, mint green eyes.
Residential Information
Current Affiliation/Clan: Windclan
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: kittypets
Rank: Queen
Mentor(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Overview: a little unstable, but sweet, outgoing, bubbly, and very optimistic. she makes fake threats when angry. she can get very mad and stubborn. she speaks her mind.
Traits: sweet ; outgoing ; little unstable ; bubbly ; optimistic ; stubborn ; mind-speaker
Mental Age: acts like a new apprentince..
Phobias: water, spiders, thunderpaths, fish
Sociability: 5/10
Outlook: 7/10
Responsibility: 8/10 (a bit forgetful)
Cleanliness: 7/10
Generosity: 10/10
Manners: 9/10
Bravery: 4/10 (in public), 8/10 (with family+friends)
More Logical or More Emotional?: more emotional
Greatest Hope: to be a leader
Greatest Strength: soothing over arguments and emotions of others
Greatest Weakness: teasings about being ex-kittypet
Worst Nightmare: death
Deepest Darkest Secret: she once accidentally killed a clan kit long ago after knocking over big rocks in her old backyard as a kittypet
Most Treasured Memory: learning about starclan - "seeing" a starclan cat that lead her to join windclan
Quirk(s): TBD
Theme Song(s): Fight Song - Rachel Plattern
Background
Place of Birth: side of dirt road
Date of Birth: December 8th
Former rank(s): none
Beliefs: starclan , that cats can sneak into starclan and still be alive
Physical Traits
Fur Color(s): lavender mint
Fur Texture: smooth but fluffy
Fur Length: semi-long
Markings: swirl-ish stripes
Eye Color: mint green
Body Type/Structure: fenimine
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 11 pounds
Voice: smooth as the breeze, yet childish
Gait: quick but steady
Scent: freshwater pond
Scars / Deformities: scar above the tail, limp in right front leg
Diseases / Conditions: concerningly pink eyes that are natural, leading cats to sometimes believe she's sick.
Overview: A calm, sarcastic, cozy, and understanding she-cat, who cares for all like their mother. (almost all..)
Traits: calm, sarcastic, cozy, understanding, tad strict
Mental Age: 30
Phobias: death. twolegs.
Sociability: 10/10
Outlook: 5/10
Responsibility: 10/10
Cleanliness: 9/10
Generosity: 10/10
Manners: 9/10
Bravery: 6/10
More Logical or More Emotional?: more logical
Favorite Season: summer/green-leaf
Favorite Food(s): cardinal, hare, frog
Favorite Word: cAre-dInal
Favorite Sound: birds chirping and water rushing
Greatest Hope: to leave the nursery and pursue a life of serving as a leader, deputy, or medicine cat.
Greatest Strength: comfort & codebreaking (standing up to codebreakers and troublemakers)
Greatest Weakness: sickness
Worst Nightmare: death.
Deepest Darkest Secret: she might have almost killed her mate once as apps while climbing trees together. (she got on a branch with him and there was too much weight so he fell, barely missing a rock)
Most Treasured Memory: giving birth to newborn kits of her first litter.
Quirk(s): little cuckoo if you were to take the last cardinal..
Theme Song(s): Sweet But Psycho -Ava Max
Background
Place of Birth: small, abandoned barn
Date of Birth: December 18th (matching my b-day!)
Former rank(s): loner
Beliefs: starclan, and that every cat needs to hope.
Current Name: Stumppath
Other Names, if any: stumper
Age (in moons): 18
Gender: he/him, male
Creation Date: TBD
Basic, Short Appearance Desc.: grey, striped overcoat with diluted reddish paws and diluted reddish, striped tail. orange eyes.
Residential Information
Current Affiliation/Clan: WindClan
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: rouges/loners
Rank: warrior
Mentor(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Interpersonal Connections
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Personality
Overview: A determined, loyal tomcat with a soft spot for those who want to be loved.
Traits: determined, loyal, rebellious, upstanding
Mental Age: 6 moons
Phobias: spiders, blood
Sociability: 7/10 - he's pretty good with other people, but it really depends on who they are. can he trust them? do they trust him?
Outlook: 8/10 - he knows there's bad people out there waiting to strike, but he believes every-cat has good in his/her heart. he hopes one day the world will all be at peace.
Responsibility: 9/10 - he forgets a few things..
Cleanliness: 9/10 - he tries to stay as clean as possible.. as long as he isn't distracted.
Generosity: 10/10 - he tries to give everybody some joy and happiness.
Manners: 8/10 - he forgets to be polite sometimes, even if he knows better.
Bravery: 8/10 - it really depends on who or what he's being brave about/against.
More Logical or More Emotional?: more logical. - he tries to make sense of his mistakes and challenges, and why he's doing things.
Greatest Hope: to be a leader, and to speak the truth to all.
Greatest Strength: his sly curiousity that gets him into good situations for spying
Greatest Weakness: being scared of blood
Worst Nightmare: being surrounded by blood.
Deepest Darkest Secret: as a kit, he once.. uh.. pooped in the nest..
Most Treasured Memory: when the clans were whole and without war
Quirk(s): he's scared of blood, so he has to close his eyes whenever he fights or sees blood ; his curiosity gets him into perfect situations for spying
Theme Song(s):
Background
Place of Birth: under a large red oak beyond the territories
Date of Birth: June 1st
Former rank(s): loner
Beliefs: "there are many hidden monsters/killers in the clans that look just like you and me."
Body Type/Structure: sort of muscular, very long legs for running, and the legs are also good to fight with.
Height: 3 foot
Weight: 11 lbs
Voice: bit squeaky, but male.
Gait: very quick for getaways
Scent: maple leaves
Scars / Deformities: scar on nose
Diseases / Conditions: small perm. limp on the right front leg (but that doesn't stop him!)
Coordination: 9/10 - he's pretty good at aiming, but a little struggled.
Reflexes: 8/10 - he's a tad slow to reply.
Strength: 8/10 - not the strongest warrior.
Current Name: Moonfoot
Other Names, if any: Masquerade Moon (it's just moon, but cats called her Masquerade Moon)
Age (in moons): 30-35
Gender: she/her, female
Creation Date: November 3rd, 2023 - 10:20 AM
Basic, Short Appearance Desc.: Neat blue-ish grey with calico patterns and cold green eyes.
Residential Information
Current Affiliation/Clan: Starclan
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: rouges/loners, Riverclan
Rank: warrior
Mentor(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Overview: seems to be cold & cruel, but the exact opposite. kind of. She's a worrier, an optimist, outgoing, and caring. she's nice if you get to know her.
Traits: worriesome ; outgoing ; caring ; nice if you get to know ; optimist ; seemingly cold ; seemingly cruel
Mental Age: 24
Phobias: losing everything she worked hard for
Sociability: 5/10 - she's not very good with others.. but she's great with pricklestep, and he's helping her open up more.
Outlook: 8/10 - she tries to keep on a positive vibe but knows the world isn't perfect, and knows of the good and bad deeds we all do.
Responsibility: 9/10 - she tries to do things on time to the best of her abilities. (hint hint she hasn't done that one patrol yet because i wanted the other roleplayer to make a starter & mention me)
Cleanliness: 10/10 - keeps her self as clean as possible. (for pricklestep, ofc.)
Generosity: 7/10 - she would never gift someone she didn't like!
Manners: 8/10 - she tries to remember her manners.
Bravery: 9/10 - nothing stops the girl who once liked her soul with the bloodmoon spirit! except.. a few things.
More Logical or More Emotional?: more logical - she tries to make sense of everything.
Favorite Season: winter/leaf-bare - the snow is fun!
Favorite Food(s): cardinal
Favorite Word: underpaw-tunnels
Favorite Sound: water rushing
Greatest Hope: to be the greatest mother she can be, and to have kits
Greatest Strength: soothing others
Greatest Weakness: talk about the darker side of her past..
Worst Nightmare: bloodmoon spirit coming to kill her
Deepest Darkest Secret: she sacrificed a kittypet kit to the bloodmoon spirit
Most Treasured Memory: her kithood - meeting pricklestep
Quirk(s): tries to laugh at everyone's jokes, but it comes out weirdly.
Theme Song(s): Believer - Imagine Dragons ; Thunder - Imagine Dragons
Background
Place of Birth: in a cave decorated with gems & crystals
Date of Birth: December 18th (matching my b-day also!!)
Former rank(s): loner
Beliefs: every cat has a place - every cat needs to hope - every cat needs to be loved - and every cat has some good in his or her heart.
Physical Traits
Fur Color(s): greyish blue with darker shades
Fur Texture: smooth
Fur Length: short
Markings: calico pattern
Eye Color: light green
Body Type/Structure: feminine yet long-legged and tad muscular
Height: 3 foot
Weight: 11 lbs
Voice: smooth but slightly deep
Gait: quick but steady
Scent: violets and roses
Scars / Deformities: scar on torso & scar on back left leg
Diseases / Conditions: bit skinny
Coordination: 9/10 - not perfect, but very advanced!
Reflexes: 7/10 - she takes a moment to process what just happened.
Strength: 8/10 - she's pretty strong.. but strength comes with weaknesses.
Image(s): none
this death story happened in roleplay with @dino.!
There was a fine line between bravery and stupidity, and this guy was quickly crossing over into the latter. Bumblestar sneered as he came at her again, and this time she put a lot more force into the blow she delivered. Before he could touch her, her paw connected harshly with the side of his head and sent him sprawling. She was prepared to snap another of his legs if he got up again, but when she saw he was knocked out cold, she turned away from him. No point in lingering on defenseless opponents.
Pain was starting to flare up, but Bumblestar was far from being done. As soon as her attention was off of Jayfrost, she was lunging to sink her claws into another. This one she recognized from her fight with Birdsnow, the one who'd served as a lucky distraction - Moon-something, she thought she'd heard. The warrior wasn't so lucky now, and Bumblestar aimed to score her claws down the RiverClanner's side as she closed the distance.
(credit to @/dino.)
I had been in the middle of fighting an (NPC) warrior when I heard the pounding of paws behind me. I pushed the other warrior to the side and looked over. Bumblestar! I thought as I realized the thunderclan leader was coming right at me.
I blinked and ran toward her aswell..
"I might aswell die trying, and die with honor."
(credit to me ig)
Honor. All these cats spoke of was honor, as if it ran through their very veins, as if they were the embodiment of it - when it was perfectly clear to the rest of the world their blood was made only of lies and poison. Bumblestar bared her teeth as she collided headfirst with Moonfoot and bowled the warrior over, slamming her into the ground and raking her claws down her side and flank to tear open jagged marks. "Talk to me again about honor once you've actually learned the meaning of it!"
My adrenaline is rushing and my mind is racing, but I continue to fight determiedly. I back up and slam a paw down on Bumblestar's face, leaving a scratch on their cheek.
"You do know I have no riverclan blood, right?"
"I was born a loner, and in a way I still am a loner."
Claws nicked Bumblestar's cheek as she jerked her head back, and she moved forward again, jaws wide with intent to sink her teeth deep into Moonfoot's shoulder and force her back against the slick ground. No loyalty amongst the lot of them either, it seemed. This just kept getting better and better.
If her teeth met their mark, she would reach up to rake clawmarks down Moontail's opposite shoulder for extra damage.
my body is now aching and my blood is steaming from wounds. I tear a chunk off of bumblestar's left ear and fall down in an attempt to strike again.
I kick bumblestar in the jaw poorly with my right back leg and pain pulses through my body.
"I don't think I'm done quite yet.."
Teeth snapped too close to her ear and Bumblestar swung her head to the side to avoid it just as a kick caught her in the jaw, knocking her back and jostling her claws from Moonfoot's pelt. Her own teeth sliced through her tongue and the taste of her own blood filled her mouth.
Pissed off and already bored with this fight, more than ready to move onto something else, Bumblestar moved to ram her shoulder hard against Moontail's with the intent to drive her back. Regardless of whether she connected or not, the follow-up was quick - curved claws flashed as she carved them toward Moonfoot's throat. "Not quite yet my ass," she spat.
I blink, my throat filling with the taste of my own blood and my eyes blurry.
I try to scream but all that comes out is a squeak.
"If I die now, I'll die loved, and I'll die knowing starclan will welcome me."
I drop to the ground, screaming with no words. My tears drip like a waterfall.
My eyes glaze.
My vision fades to black..
Last edited by braveleopard.; February 21st, 2024 at 04:18 PM.
Current Name: Dancingevening
Other Names, if any: Dancer
Age (in moons): 36
Gender: she/her, female
Creation Date: September 6th, 2023 - 03:52 PM
Basic, Short Appearance Desc.: fluffy lilac-point cat with very light, almost white, teal eyes
Residential Information
Current Affiliation/Clan: thunderclan
Former Affiliation/Clan, if any: N/A
Rank: queen
Mentor(s): N/A
Apprentice(s): N/A
Overview: kind-hearted, outgoing, and all-out athletic despite being a queen
Traits: kind-hearted ; outgoing ; athletic ; motherly ; caring ; quick to react ; stubborn ; point-proving
Mental Age: 12 moons
Phobias: water ; death (not her own, but death around her.. with her family and friends & such)
Sociability: 10/10 - a great conversationalist.
Outlook: 9/10 - she knows life has its ups and downs, but that's just fine with her.
Responsibility: 9/10 - she tries to do things to the best of her ability.
Cleanliness: 8/10 - tries to stay as clean as possible.. but she's always cleaning the kits.
Generosity: 9/10 - such a sweet gal, but she knows who deserves what and who doesn't. but she tries to return hate with kindness.
Manners: 10/10 - always remembers her manners and hopes her kits do too.
Bravery: 8/10 - she likes to stay in the background, but she will lash out to prove her or another's point if she agrees with it.
More Logical or More Emotional?: more emotional - she can get a bit.. stubborn. and she cries over smaller things.
Greatest Hope: to leave the nursery and pursue the role of leader
Greatest Strength: racing & caring for kits
Greatest Weakness: stinky/smelly things
Worst Nightmare: losing everything she has
Deepest Darkest Secret: once crossed into another clan's land
Most Treasured Memory: her warm nest as a kit
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