<b> :: Identification :: </b> <i>Current Name: </i> Burdockstar Burdock- for her blue gray pelt, -star, as it is a standard prefix for leaders <i>Past Names:</i> Burdockkit, Burdockpaw, Burdockstream <i> Nickname(s): </i> Burdick (Only by close friends, if she doesn't like you and you use this nickname she will personally kick your ass into the next REALM)
<i> Gender:</i> Trans Girl <i>Age:</i> 48 Moons <i>Sexuality:</i> Lesbian
<i>Current Affiliation:</i> RushingClan <i>Position:</i> Leader <i>Education History: ○ - Past Mentor: </i>Curlewheart <i>○ - Current Apprentice: </i> N/A <i>○ - Past Apprentices:</i> Minnowflower <i>Religious Views:</i> 10/10 "I've spoken with the Stars myself. I have faith in how they guide my path and how they will guide my cats." <b> :: Aspects :: </b> <i>Brief Description:</i> Blue gray molly with darker chin and legs; she has darker spots on the back of her ears and a spot on her back where her tail connects. Lighter underbelly. Green eyes. <i>Body Build:</i> Stocky, thick, muscular. She has a broken jaw and her back leg is twisted/broken from an accident. <i>Strength:</i> 7/10 <i>Endurance:</i> 3/10 <i>Agility:</i> 3/10 <i>Defense:</i> 7/10 <i>Intelligence:</i> 8/10 <i>Accuracy:</i> 5/10 <i>Medicine knowledge:</i> 1/10
<i>Scent:</i> Lavender <i>Voice Headcanon:</i> N/A <b> :: Personality:: </b> :bulletgreen: Passionate about her Clan's safety/happiness :bulletgreen: Supportive and accepting :bulletgreen: Willing to compromise :bulletyellow: Puts happiness/safety of others before her :bulletyellow: Level-headed :bulletred: Tends to risk her own life :bulletred: Paranoid about sending her Clan into battles :bulletred: Hesitant about group-wide decisions
<i>Fears </i> The loss of her Clan's respect, her cats leaving RushingClan for other Clans, being the last of her generation alive <i>Goals</i> :bulletgreen: accomplished, :bulletred: not accomplished yet :bulletgreen: Become leader of RushingClan and prove everyone wrong :bulletred: Conquer lands to prove RushingClan's strength and keep her Clan stable and healthy :bulletred: Defeat MarshClan and punch Monarchstar in the face <i>Trivia</i> :bulletred: only known to others, :bulletpink: Admin facts! :bulletpink: I've had her for a while now! I made this group initially for tumblr, and not much has really changed besides her design a little ! :bulletblack: she's super superstitious and honestly believes in the naming myths so u can imagine her freak out when she appointed Moonblaze as deputy <b>Lives</b> 1. Tatteredface (RushingClan clanmate, life of Perserverence) <b> Lost in a fight to MarshClan</b> 2. Curlewheart (RushingClan warrior and mentor, life of Speaking of the Truth) <b> On right now</b> 3. Campionstream (RushingClan clanmate, life of Dedication) 4. Cinderflower (Ancient RushingClan medicine cat, life of Nurture) 5. Boragewhisker (RushingClan elder, life of Defense and Protection) 6. Egretpelt (RushingClan clanmate, life of Confidence) 7. Stoatpaw (RushingClan apprentice she trained with, life of Assurance) 8. Oakcloud (RushingClan warrior, surrogate mother of Minnowflower and Pikeclaw, life of Generosity) 9. Aspenstorm (Mother, life of Strong Family Bonds) <b> :: History :: </b> Burdockkit was born to Asterwhisker, a blue-gray molly, through surrogation of some unknown tom, and was raised by Asterwhisker and her loving mate, Aspenstorm, a silver tabby. She was born as a designated tom at birth, but she never preferred the title of "tom" or "son", and "he/him" pronouns irked her to no end. However, Burdockkit paid no mind to that, rather focusing on her to-be dreams: Become the <i>leader</i>. Her ambition and dedication showed from a young age, and she made it clear what she wanted to be when she grew up. She was apprenticed at the typical age to Curlewnose. Her apprenticehood went pretty uneventfully: she fought in her own battles and skirmishes, worked out around the camps, etc. She trained with a pesky molly named Moonpaw, a name she was practically displeased with when the leader allowed Moonpaw to keep that name, as for her brother Sunkit. Despite the bickerings and head-on arguments that Moonpaw and Burdockpaw constantly found themselves in, the two did make a rather good team: Burdockpaw's careful planning and attention to detail paired nicely with Moonpaw's initiative and ready-to-go attitude. Burdockpaw was named Burdockstream before Moonpaw and her brother were made warriors, thankfully. Unfortunately, in the early moons of her warriorhood, Burdockstream took a tumble: during a misguided leap, Burdockstream slipped on the rocks of RushingClan and tumbled down. She was safe, thankfully, but she didn't walk away unscathed. Burdockstream broke her jaw and suffered permanent disfiguration to her leg, rendering it essentially useless. She spent a moon in the medicine cat's den, deciding her future and trying to recover from the accident; during that time, she also began to think on her identity, and who she truly was. When she was allowed to leave the medicine cat's den, Burdockstream continued to think on herself before finally deciding: She is a molly and she <i>will</I> be the leader one day. Moonpaw was actually the first cat Burdockstream went to with this information; she was more than supportive, which Burdockstream was thankful for. After that, Burdockstream took news of her proper identity to Asterwhisker and Aspenstorm, who were each just as supportive. As she grew older, Burdockstream worked harder than most to show that she was just as strong as before and worthy of being a mentor, or even more. Eventually, the leader decided to give Burdockstream her first apprentice: Minnowpaw. Ironically enough, Minnowpaw's sister, Pikepaw, was apprenticed to good ol' Moonblaze, who was now a warrior. She trained Minnowpaw well, giving them confidence to find their own identity, and she was more than proud to see Minnowpaw graduate as a warrior with Pikepaw by their side: Minnowflower and Pikeclaw. The moons continued to pass, and eventually, the deputy passed as well, leaving the elderly leader in dire need of a deputy. The sickness also took Aspenstorm, much to Burdockstream's distraught, and Asterwhisker's. However, good news was around the corner, as the leader considered her options, finally appointing Burdockstream as her deputy. A few moons later, the leader passed as well, and Burdockstream went to gather nine lives. Upon returning, Burdockstar appointed Moonblaze as her deputy; everyone had assumed she would, the two naturally balanced each other out. She has been leader for four moons. Burdockstar knows that Aspenstorm will watch over her, filled with just as much pride. <i>Close Family</i> <i>Mother 1:</i> Asterwhisker (birth, surrogate father unknown) <i>Mother 2:</i> Aspenstorm <i>Siblings:</i> N/A <i>Uncles/Aunts:</i> Rippleheart (Asterwhisker's brother) <i>Cousins and Other kin:</i> Juniperpounce <i>Children:</i> N/A
<b> :: Sexuality & Relationships :: </b> <i>Romantic Orientation:</i> Homoromantic <i>Sexual Orientation:</i> Asexual <i>Status:</i> Single,,, kinda ???
<i>Looking For</i> • Lasting Relationship - :bulletgreen: (kinda she's not necessarily looking if it happens it happens) • Quick Fling - :bulletred: • Unsure - :bulletred:
<i>Preferences:</i> big,,, thick pelts, strong n buff, a girl who could lift her and throw her into the sun
<i>Turn Off’s:</i> ?????? girls r so pretty and nice and oh boy,, i mean if u say some shit about her leg/jaw she will beat ur nose into a rock repeatedly <i>Current Attractions:</i> N/A
<i>Shippings:</i> TBA (BurdockMoon ;Oc??? )
<b> ::Relationships:: </b> :bulletgreen: Friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend :bulletorange: Family (blood relative) :bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice :bulletyellow: Respect :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model :bulletpink: Attraction :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware) :bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware) :bulletred: Loves (familial) :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic) :bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically) :heart: Mate :bulletblue: Pities :bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets :bulletpurple: Is intimidated by :bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears :bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates :bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead <b>Moonblaze</b> | :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: | :bulletyellow: | :devaelou: | RushingClan | "My deputy, and a fine one at that. We trained together, albeit shortly. I'm thankful to have her by my side." <b>Pansykit</b> | :bulletorange: :bulletorange: | :bulletred: | :devVivisenpai: | RushingClan | "Practically my son, really! He's going to be a fine warrior, no matter what <i>anyone</i> says about his missing leg. I'll make sure of it personally." <b>Juniperpounce</b> | :bulletred: | :bulletorange: | :bulletgreen: | :devmiimsey: | RushingClan| "Kin on my, uh, birth-mother's side, and my medicine cat. She's exceptionally nice, I am lucky to have her working with me." <b>Darkfang</b>| :bulletblack: :bulletblack: | NPC | RushingClan | "Lowly piece of sniveling lizard shit. I hate what he did to Nightface, I hate how he treated her, I just- I hate him in general. Didn't even give Juniperpounce so much as a praising nod, either." <b>Monarchstar</b> | :bulletblack: | :bulletblack: :bulletblack: | :bulletpurple: | :devVivisenpai: | MarshClan | "I...Don't trust her. There's something <I>about</i> (She is on good terms with Comfreyclaw, Minnowflower and Pikeclaw.) <b> :: Roleplay :: </b>
Availability OPEN
• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Comment Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Note Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Skype Rp (Preferred!!! Skype/oovoo/etc) Ratings :bulletgreen: G :bulletgreen: PG/PG-13 :bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )
Example (Taken from a rp w/ Vivi featuring: Ross –mine- and Havik –hers- ) Ross had been snickering a little now at Havik’s “scold” of how he wasn’t thanking him properly; the chubby male had relaxed some more, sobs evening out to slower, albeit still a bit shaky, breaths, and his arms draped lazily around the Pine Resident’s shoulders. He didn’t say anything else, simply listening to Havik as he spoke a bit more, reveling in the flow and sound of his voice. The pestering Pine resident had always managed to do something funny to Ross. He made his heart pound and his stomach flip and feel warm, and at times the poor guy felt like his throat would jump into his throat. The battered Fall resident flinched a bit, feeling a bit crest fallen when Havik moved away and that damn statement that the beat male frankly didn’t want to hear. Friends. Just friends. Was that it? Ross didn’t feel like he was just friends; he had friends, and not even Axel made him feel the way Havik did. Plus, a particular redheaded Pine resident seemed like he was about to say something. Something important, for once. The Hispanic male jolted to his feet wincing loudly at the sharp shooting sensation as he got up, because maybe getting up that quickly wasn’t the best choice when he was wracked with cuts and bruises. However, Ross didn’t dwell on that, and instead blurted out a quick and stuttering, “Ha-Havik, wait.” His scraped, dark palm had gripped onto Havik’s wrist, preventing the caring and shorter one from leaving the area they both had previously been at, and his only good dark amber eye frantically looked around. Was he tipsy enough to say something stupid? No. Was he tipsy enough to do something stupid, however? Absolutely. And that’s what he did. Something stupid, because without thinking Ross moved forward and pressed his lips to Havik’s in a clumsy kiss. He shook a little, fueled by a nervous thrill and a sudden rush of emotions that Ross should’ve thought through before acting out. He fumbled for a moment, bringing one hand to awkwardly graze Havik’s cheek with dark finger tips, just as nervous about that action as this one. The kiss was different More intimate than the, as some might say, ‘lose’ male was used to; there was something behind his own motives than just wanting a reward, be it physically or material. His heart raced with fear of rejection mingled with excitement of possible reception, and the battered and bruised male felt a little dizzy from the rush. Ross felt as though he was kissing someone for the first time. --------- <b> :: Identification :: </b> <i>Current Name:</i> Comfreyclaw Comfrey- for his white pelt, -claw for his ferocity in battle <i>Past Names:</i> Comfreykit, Comfreypaw <i> Nickname(s): </i> N/A, fill free to give him one! <i> Gender:</i> CIS Male <i>Age:</i> 29 Moons <i>Sexuality:</i> Polyamorous Panromantic Asexual
<i>Current Affiliation:</i> RushingClan <i>Position:</i> Caretaker <i>Education History: ○ - Past Mentor:</i> Willowfoot <i>○ - Current Apprentice: </i> N/A <i>○ - Past Apprentices:</i> N/A <i>Religious Views:</i> 8/10 "I believe in them, alright. I don't believe really believe in these grudges the Clans hold against each other because of our ancestry."
<b> :: Aspects :: </b> <i>Brief Description:</i> Soft white fur with black ear tips and amber eyes. He has a strikingly pink nose and duller pink paw pads. <i>Body Build:</i> A bit shorter than average, with a round, soft, chubby belly and thick legs. <i>Strength:</i> 8/10 <i>Endurance:</i> 2/10 <i>Agility:</i> 3/10 <i>Defense:</i> 7/10 <i>Intelligence:</i> 6/10 <i>Accuracy:</i> 5/10 <i>Medicine knowledge:</i> 2/10 (Only basic medical help to aid in births, and that alone)
<i>Scent:</i> Poppy flowers and ivy <i>Voice Headcanon:</i> Not yet <b> :: Personality:: </b> :bulletgreen: Patient :bulletgreen: Attentive and aware of emotions :bulletgreen: Very supportive! :bulletyellow: Sleepy ???? :bulletyellow: Docile in general :bulletred: Hesitant to take action :bulletred: Once he's caught in the heat of the moment, he loses sense of boundaries and limits (especially in battles) :bulletred: Tends to cross the line <i>Fears </i> Being booted out of StarClan and sent to the Dark Forest, death in general, <i>Goals</i> :bulletgreen: accomplished, :bulletred: not accomplished yet :bulletgreen: (On going) Keep kits in the nursery safe and happy :bulletred: (Currently working towards) Help Pansykit become the warrior he wants to be :bulletred: See an end to this war <i>Trivia</i> :bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts! :bulletpink: I have another oc named Comfreyflower (not for the group) and oh boy I keep getting the names mixed up please help me <b> :: History :: </b> Comfreykit was born to a single mother, Campionstream, a white molly just like him, but with green eyes. Comfreykit was never too close to his mother, though they were on good terms, and after she had finished nursing him and moved back to the Warrior's den, she still visited him once and a while. However, Comfreykit grew closer to a certain Caretaker: Willowfoot, who also had her own kittens, Minnowkit and Pikekit. With Willowfoot always in the nursery as her role in Caretaker put her, it was no wonder why he grew attached to her. She was open-minded and kind, always with him, and the young tom kit viewed her and her kits as family. With Minnowkit and Pikekit being a moon older than him, they were named apprentice's before him. Comfreykit faced the leader, explaining that he would like to train as a kit taker: He had found it much more pleasant sounding to reside in the nursery and care for the kittens, and he had also grown to admire the Caretakers who looked after him for their compassion to kits not even theirs, and their unbridled strength. And once his apprentice ceremony came along, Comfreypaw was apprenticed to Willowfoot, much to his ecstatic joy. He trained with her and the others, attentively and gratefully, and was eventually named a full Caretaker when he was old enough. Willowfoot, who had already started forming gray furs around their muzzle when they had Minnowkit and Pikekit, decided that it was time to reside to the elder's den, with their best friend Oakcloud, leaving Comfreyclaw to tackle the responsibilities without them by his side. It was fine; he had help, though the Caretakers were running low now, and there weren't as many kits. Campionstream passed due to infected wounds after a skirmish, much to Comfreyclaw's grief, but he kept on with his tasks. Eventually, Burdockstar brought a little calico tom kitten to his attention: Pansykit, a three legged kitten found by the border. Comfreyclaw eagerly took the tom in as his own, willing to raise the little fighter with his own paws. Burdockstar offered her own help, though understandably she would be busy leading her Clan; still, Comfreyclaw appreciates it. <i>Close Family</i> <i>Mother:</i> Campionstream <i>Father:</i> Who knows???? <i>Parental Figure:</i> Willowfoot (Not actual adoptive, but figure, yes) <i>Siblings:</i> N/A, though Minnowflower and Pikeclaw are sibling-like friends <i>Uncles/Aunts:</i> N/A <i>Cousins and Other kin:</i> N/A <i>Children:</i> Pansykit (Adopted)
<b> :: Sexuality & Relationships :: </b> <i>Romantic Orientation:</i> Polyamorous Panromantic <i>Sexual Orientation:</i> Asexual <i>Status:</i> Single boi
<i>Looking For</i> • Lasting Relationship - :bulletyellow: I mean,,, idk,, he's got his paws full w/ his baby Son • Quick Fling - :bulletred: • Unsure - :bulletgreen:
<i>Preferences:</i> sHRUGS anyone. honestly. he thinks anyone is cool n loves everyone
<i>Turn Off’s:</i> someone who threatens to kill his babies/is unnecessarily aggressive : (( <i>Current Attractions:</i> N/A
<i>Shippings:</i> TBA
<b> ::Relationships:: </b> :bulletgreen: Friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend :bulletorange: Family (blood relative) :bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice :bulletyellow: Respect :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model :bulletpink: Attraction :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware) :bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware) :bulletred: Loves (familial) :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic) :bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically) :heart: Mate :bulletblue: Pities :bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets :bulletpurple: Is intimidated by :bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears :bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates :bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead Pansykit | :bulletorane: :bulletorange: | :bulletred: | :devVivisenpai: | RushingClan | "My little boy, I'm so proud of him. He's got spirit and determination and a great deal of guts; he's already made me so proud." (On good terms with Burdockstar/Minnowflower/Pikeclaw) <b> :: Roleplay :: </b>
Availability OPEN
• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Comment Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Note Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Skype Rp (Preferred!!! Skype/oovoo/etc) Ratings :bulletgreen: G :bulletgreen: PG/PG-13 :bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )
Example (Taken from a rp w/ Vivi featuring: Ross –mine- and Havik –hers- ) Ross had been snickering a little now at Havik’s “scold” of how he wasn’t thanking him properly; the chubby male had relaxed some more, sobs evening out to slower, albeit still a bit shaky, breaths, and his arms draped lazily around the Pine Resident’s shoulders. He didn’t say anything else, simply listening to Havik as he spoke a bit more, reveling in the flow and sound of his voice. The pestering Pine resident had always managed to do something funny to Ross. He made his heart pound and his stomach flip and feel warm, and at times the poor guy felt like his throat would jump into his throat. The battered Fall resident flinched a bit, feeling a bit crest fallen when Havik moved away and that damn statement that the beat male frankly didn’t want to hear. Friends. Just friends. Was that it? Ross didn’t feel like he was just friends; he had friends, and not even Axel made him feel the way Havik did. Plus, a particular redheaded Pine resident seemed like he was about to say something. Something important, for once. The Hispanic male jolted to his feet wincing loudly at the sharp shooting sensation as he got up, because maybe getting up that quickly wasn’t the best choice when he was wracked with cuts and bruises. However, Ross didn’t dwell on that, and instead blurted out a quick and stuttering, “Ha-Havik, wait.” His scraped, dark palm had gripped onto Havik’s wrist, preventing the caring and shorter one from leaving the area they both had previously been at, and his only good dark amber eye frantically looked around. Was he tipsy enough to say something stupid? No. Was he tipsy enough to do something stupid, however? Absolutely. And that’s what he did. Something stupid, because without thinking Ross moved forward and pressed his lips to Havik’s in a clumsy kiss. He shook a little, fueled by a nervous thrill and a sudden rush of emotions that Ross should’ve thought through before acting out. He fumbled for a moment, bringing one hand to awkwardly graze Havik’s cheek with dark finger tips, just as nervous about that action as this one. The kiss was different More intimate than the, as some might say, ‘lose’ male was used to; there was something behind his own motives than just wanting a reward, be it physically or material. His heart raced with fear of rejection mingled with excitement of possible reception, and the battered and bruised male felt a little dizzy from the rush. Ross felt as though he was kissing someone for the first time. ------- <b> :: Identification :: </b> <i>Current Name:</i> Minnowflower Minnow- for their dusky gray tabby pelt, -flower for their nurturing nature <i>Past Names:</i> Minnowkit, Minnowpaw <i> Nickname(s): </i> N/A <i> Gender:</i> Agender (They/Them pronouns) <i>Age:</i> 30 Moons <i>Sexuality:</i> Demi-panromantic pansexual
<i>Current Affiliation:</i> RushingClan <i>Position:</i> Warrior <i>Education History: ○ - Past Mentor:</i> Burdockstar <i>○ - Current Apprentice: </i> N/A <i>○ - Past Apprentices:</i> N/A <i>Religious Views:</i> 5/10 "I just... It's complicated, I would prefer not to discuss my opinions on our ancestors."
<b> :: Aspects :: </b> <i>Brief Description:</i> Lean gray tabby with thick, silky fur. <i>Body Build:</i> Average height, lean build. <i>Strength:</i> 4/10 <i>Endurance:</i> 7/10 <i>Agility:</i> 4/10 <i>Defense:</i> 7/10 <i>Intelligence:</i> 7/10 <i>Accuracy:</i> 3/10 <i>Medicine knowledge:</i> 0/10
<i>Scent:</i> Azaleas <i>Voice Headcanon:</i> N/A <b> :: Personality:: </b> :bulletgreen: Mellow :bulletgreen: Pacifist :bulletyellow: Prefers verbal discussions :bulletred: Deluded sense of self maturity :bulletred: Push over <i>Fears </i> Not proving themself as right, <i>Goals</i> :bulletgreen: accomplished, :bulletred: not accomplished yet :bulletred: Put an end to this war ??? <i>Trivia</i> :bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts! :bulletpink: In the original concept, they were named Wigeonflower! They were a dilute tortoiseshell who was Burdockstar's childhood and best friend,, come along way from that :bulletpink: Their parent Willowfoot is a DMAB genderfluid kitter and uses she/her pronouns or they/them pronouns :> <b> :: History :: </b> Minnowkit was born along with their sister Pikeclaw to Willowfoot and Oakcloud; the duo had been best friends since kithood. Willowfoot had always wanted to raise her own kits, but considering she couldn't get pregnant, she asked Oakcloud if she wouldn't mind bearing her the kits, which she did. Willowfoot stayed in the nursery with her kits, considering she would either way as she was a Caretaker. Minnowkit and Pikekit were as close as close siblings were; often balancing each other out, considering Minnowkit mellowed Pikekit out and Pikekit brought Minnowkit's attention to lighter things. The two kittens were on fairly well terms with Oakcloud, viewing her more as an aunt rather than their mother, and they were also on good terms with Comfreykit. They viewed him as a little brother to protect, though they were never as close to him as they were with each other. Minnowpaw was apprenticed to Burdockstream, while Pikepaw was apprenticed to Burdockstream's close friend, Moonblaze. Fun! They often trained together, staying by each other through thick and thin, and specifcally paying attention to the cooperative battle strategies. They were siblings, from the womb til the tomb, and they would die having each other's backs. Minnowpaw also never really seemed to feel as though they were their assigned gender, nor the opposite gender. They were just kind of there; knowing that Willowfoot was a part of the nonbinary spectrum, Minnowpaw sought help from their parent on advice. Eventually Minnowpaw came out as agender, and Pikepaw, Moonblaze and Burdockstream made sure everyone used their proper pronouns. When Minnowpaw became a warrior, they were named Minnowflower, and things went by as they had been. A moon later, their parent Willowfoot and Oakcloud had moved to the elder's den, both having been older felines even when Minnowflower and their sister were born. It was only about a moon until Oakcloud died due to an ambush while out on a walk, and though Minnowflower didn't cling to the grudge, Pikeclaw sure did. She had vowed to get revenge on the attackers, whether MarshClan or FloodedClan, even if it was the last thing she did, much to the horror of Minnowflower. When Burdockstar was named the leader, the molly had actually pulled Minnowflower aside, wondering if they would prefer to be a Caretaker, considering their skill with kits. Minnowflower declined politely, however; they weren't too fond on <i>raising</i> kits so much as helping out and playing with them when needed. Now a days, Minnowflower remains a warrior of RushingClan, keeping a keen eye on Pikeclaw and showing an odd interest in how the other Clans work, or behave, or just simply live. <i>Close Family</i> <i>Mother:</i> Oakcloud (surrogate), not viewed as mother but still family love <i>Parent</i>: Willowfoot (raised) <i>Siblings:</i> Pikeclaw, Comfreyclaw (sibling figure) <i>Uncles/Aunts:</i> N/A <i>Cousins and Other kin:</i> N/A <i>Children:</i> N/A
<b> :: Sexuality & Relationships :: </b> <i>Romantic Orientation:</i> DemiPanromantic <i>Sexual Orientation:</i> Pansexual <i>Status:</i> Single
<i>Looking For</i> • Lasting Relationship - :bulletyellow: • Quick Fling - :bulletgreen: • Unsure - :bulletgreen:
<i>Preferences:</i> The thrill of a 'dangerous' romance, a risk taker, someone to keep them on their toes. Not necessarily aggressive, though.
<i>Turn Off’s:</i> Eh ?? Aggression, violent-loving cats, etc ?? <i>Current Attractions:</i> N/A
<i>Shippings:</i> TBA
<b> ::Relationships:: </b> :bulletgreen: Friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend :bulletorange: Family (blood relative) :bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice :bulletyellow: Respect :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model :bulletpink: Attraction :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware) :bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware) :bulletred: Loves (familial) :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic) :bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically) :heart: Mate :bulletblue: Pities :bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets :bulletpurple: Is intimidated by :bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears :bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates :bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead (on good terms with Burdockstar/Comfreyclaw/Pikeclaw) <b> :: Roleplay :: </b>
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• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Comment Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Note Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Skype Rp (Preferred!!! Skype/oovoo/etc) Ratings :bulletgreen: G :bulletgreen: PG/PG-13 :bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )
Example (Taken from a rp w/ Vivi featuring: Ross –mine- and Havik –hers- ) Ross had been snickering a little now at Havik’s “scold” of how he wasn’t thanking him properly; the chubby male had relaxed some more, sobs evening out to slower, albeit still a bit shaky, breaths, and his arms draped lazily around the Pine Resident’s shoulders. He didn’t say anything else, simply listening to Havik as he spoke a bit more, reveling in the flow and sound of his voice. The pestering Pine resident had always managed to do something funny to Ross. He made his heart pound and his stomach flip and feel warm, and at times the poor guy felt like his throat would jump into his throat. The battered Fall resident flinched a bit, feeling a bit crest fallen when Havik moved away and that damn statement that the beat male frankly didn’t want to hear. Friends. Just friends. Was that it? Ross didn’t feel like he was just friends; he had friends, and not even Axel made him feel the way Havik did. Plus, a particular redheaded Pine resident seemed like he was about to say something. Something important, for once. The Hispanic male jolted to his feet wincing loudly at the sharp shooting sensation as he got up, because maybe getting up that quickly wasn’t the best choice when he was wracked with cuts and bruises. However, Ross didn’t dwell on that, and instead blurted out a quick and stuttering, “Ha-Havik, wait.” His scraped, dark palm had gripped onto Havik’s wrist, preventing the caring and shorter one from leaving the area they both had previously been at, and his only good dark amber eye frantically looked around. Was he tipsy enough to say something stupid? No. Was he tipsy enough to do something stupid, however? Absolutely. And that’s what he did. Something stupid, because without thinking Ross moved forward and pressed his lips to Havik’s in a clumsy kiss. He shook a little, fueled by a nervous thrill and a sudden rush of emotions that Ross should’ve thought through before acting out. He fumbled for a moment, bringing one hand to awkwardly graze Havik’s cheek with dark finger tips, just as nervous about that action as this one. The kiss was different More intimate than the, as some might say, ‘lose’ male was used to; there was something behind his own motives than just wanting a reward, be it physically or material. His heart raced with fear of rejection mingled with excitement of possible reception, and the battered and bruised male felt a little dizzy from the rush. Ross felt as though he was kissing someone for the first time. --------- <b> :: Identification :: </b> <i>Current Name:</i> Pikeclaw Pike- for her gray tabby pelt, -claw for her skill in battle and battle strategies <i>Past Names:</i> Pikekit, Pikepaw <i> Nickname(s): </i> N/A <i> Gender:</i> CIS Molly <i>Age:</i> 30 Moons <i>Sexuality:</i> Polyamorous Lesbian
<i>Current Affiliation:</i> RushingClan <i>Position:</i> Warrior <i>Education History: ○ - Past Mentor:</i> Moonblaze <i>○ - Current Apprentice: </i> N/A <i>○ - Past Apprentices:</i> N/A <i>Religious Views:</i> 10/10 "Born and raised on these views, baby! I'll go down fighting for them, whether you like it or not!"
<b> :: Aspects :: </b> <i>Brief Description:</i> Gray tabby with short fur and broad features. <i>Body Build:</i> An oversized, muscular molly. Buff babe, <i>Strength:</i> 8/10 <i>Endurance:</i> 5/10 <i>Agility:</i> 5/10 <i>Defense:</i> 6/10 <i>Intelligence:</i> 4/10 <i>Accuracy:</i> 4/10 <i>Medicine knowledge:</i> 0/10
<i>Scent:</i> Gladiolus (flower) <i>Voice Headcanon:</i> TBA <b> :: Personality:: </b> :bulletgreen: Confident in her actions :bulletgreen: Ready to take initiative :bulletgreen: Loyal and dedicated to her beliefs :bulletyellow: Kinda stubborn ?? hm :bulletred: Impulsive :bulletred: Resentful and bitter :bulletred: Arrogant <i>Fears </i> Watching her family die and being the cause of it, dying without making a lasting impression <i>Goals</i> :bulletgreen: accomplished, :bulletred: not accomplished yet :bulletred: Help RushingClan take down the other two Clans :bulletred: Get revenge on Oakcloud's killers <i>Trivia</i> :bulletred: only known to close friends, :bulletpink: Admin facts! TBA <b> :: History :: </b> Pikekit was born alongside of Minnowkit to Oakcloud and raised by Willowfoot. Willowfoot had always wanted to raise her own kits, but considering she couldn't get pregnant, she asked Oakcloud if she wouldn't mind bearing her the kits, which she did. Willowfoot stayed in the nursery with her kits, considering she would either way as she was a Caretaker. Minnowkit and Pikekit were as close as close siblings were; often balancing each other out, considering Minnowkit mellowed Pikekit out and Pikekit brought Minnowkit's attention to lighter things. The two kittens were on fairly well terms with Oakcloud, viewing her more as an aunt rather than their mother, and they were also on good terms with Comfreykit. They viewed him as a little brother to protect, though they were never as close to him as they were with each other. Pikekit had always been a little bit closer to Oakcloud than Minnowkit had been, though. Pikepaw was apprenticed to Moonblaze, and though she was thankful to spend so much time training with Minnowpaw, boy <i>howdy</i> was Moonblaze a bit frustrating as a mentor. Constant puns and jokes to prove she was "cool" and "hip", just like Pikepaw. Yikes. Besides that, however, she trained well and hard; she showed just as much ferocity and skill in battle, in practice and in actual battles. Eventually she was named as Pikeclaw, still remaining close with her sibling Minnowflower, and a moon later, Willowfoot and Oakcloud retired to the elder's den together, since both had been rather aged when they had Pikeclaw and Minnowflower. It wasn't long before Oakcloud died, due to an ambush, and Pikeclaw was not only devastated but filled with a disgusted hatred she hadn't felt before towards MarshClan and FloodedClan. She has no idea of her sibling's discomfort with her vows to seek revenge and take those Clans down.
<i>Close Family</i> <i>Mother:</i> Oakcloud (surrogate, but still close) <i>Parent:</i> Willowfoot <i>Siblings:</i> Minnowflower, Comfreyclaw (sibling figure) <i>Uncles/Aunts:</i> N/A <i>Cousins and Other kin:</i> N/A <i>Children:</i> N/A
<b> :: Sexuality & Relationships :: </b> <i>Romantic Orientation:</i> Polyamorous Homoromantic <i>Sexual Orientation:</i> Homosexual <i>Status:</i> Single :3c
<i>Looking For</i> • Lasting Relationship - :bulletgreen: • Quick Fling - :bulletyellow: • Unsure - :bulletyellow:
<i>Preferences:</i> Just??? mollies????????in general??? are so pretty oh dear
<i>Turn Off’s:</i> FloodedClan and MarshClan, naturally <i>Current Attractions:</i> N/A
<i>Shippings:</i> TBA
<b> ::Relationships:: </b> :bulletgreen: Friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Close friend :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: :bulletgreen: Best friend :bulletorange: Family (blood relative) :bulletorange: :bulletorange: Family by choice :bulletyellow: Respect :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Admires :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: :bulletyellow: Role model :bulletpink: Attraction :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Small crush (unaware) :bulletpink: :bulletpink: :bulletpink: Big Crush (aware) :bulletred: Loves (familial) :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (platonic) :bulletred: :bulletred: :bulletred: Loves (romantically) :heart: Mate :bulletblue: Pities :bulletblue: :bulletblue: Regrets :bulletpurple: Is intimidated by :bulletpurple: :bulletpurple: Fears :bulletblack: Dislikes/annoyance :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Hates :bulletblack: :bulletblack: :bulletblack: Wants to fight them/Wants them dead (She is on good terms with Minnowflower/Burdockstar/Comfreyclaw) Moonblaze | :bulletyellow: | :devaelou: | RushingClan | "She was my mentor. She's, well, kind of a pain in the ass, but she's cool. I liked training with her- don't let her know that. She'll never let me live <i>that</i> down." <b> :: Roleplay :: </b>
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• {:bulletred:} Chat Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Comment Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Note Rp • {:bulletgreen:} Skype Rp (Preferred!!! Skype/oovoo/etc) Ratings :bulletgreen: G :bulletgreen: PG/PG-13 :bulletyellow: M (Depending on the content. Sexual themes must only be human characters who are 18+ :/,, )
Example (Taken from a rp w/ Vivi featuring: Ross –mine- and Havik –hers- ) Ross had been snickering a little now at Havik’s “scold” of how he wasn’t thanking him properly; the chubby male had relaxed some more, sobs evening out to slower, albeit still a bit shaky, breaths, and his arms draped lazily around the Pine Resident’s shoulders. He didn’t say anything else, simply listening to Havik as he spoke a bit more, reveling in the flow and sound of his voice. The pestering Pine resident had always managed to do something funny to Ross. He made his heart pound and his stomach flip and feel warm, and at times the poor guy felt like his throat would jump into his throat. The battered Fall resident flinched a bit, feeling a bit crest fallen when Havik moved away and that damn statement that the beat male frankly didn’t want to hear. Friends. Just friends. Was that it? Ross didn’t feel like he was just friends; he had friends, and not even Axel made him feel the way Havik did. Plus, a particular redheaded Pine resident seemed like he was about to say something. Something important, for once. The Hispanic male jolted to his feet wincing loudly at the sharp shooting sensation as he got up, because maybe getting up that quickly wasn’t the best choice when he was wracked with cuts and bruises. However, Ross didn’t dwell on that, and instead blurted out a quick and stuttering, “Ha-Havik, wait.” His scraped, dark palm had gripped onto Havik’s wrist, preventing the caring and shorter one from leaving the area they both had previously been at, and his only good dark amber eye frantically looked around. Was he tipsy enough to say something stupid? No. Was he tipsy enough to do something stupid, however? Absolutely. And that’s what he did. Something stupid, because without thinking Ross moved forward and pressed his lips to Havik’s in a clumsy kiss. He shook a little, fueled by a nervous thrill and a sudden rush of emotions that Ross should’ve thought through before acting out. He fumbled for a moment, bringing one hand to awkwardly graze Havik’s cheek with dark finger tips, just as nervous about that action as this one. The kiss was different More intimate than the, as some might say, ‘lose’ male was used to; there was something behind his own motives than just wanting a reward, be it physically or material. His heart raced with fear of rejection mingled with excitement of possible reception, and the battered and bruised male felt a little dizzy from the rush. Ross felt as though he was kissing someone for the first time.