Common Knowledge

Name
Bloompaw
Previous Names
Bloomkit
Gender
She-cat | Female
Age
6 Moons (Known as being 9 moons)
Breed
Mixture (See below for breakdown)
Original Clan
Rainclan
Rank
Apprentice
Bloodlines
Mother: Silversnow (Rainclan)
Father: Redheart (Wailclan)

Character Concept

Personality

{ | Skittish | Caring | Innocent | Good Girl | Eager Beaver | Happy |

{Skittish}
Bloompaw has a habit of jumping at every noise, touch of her tail, brush of her fur, and even at the very howl of wind through trees. She developed this after Rainclan fell, and she isn't entirely sure why it happens. She isn't able to control herself, nor can she work on making this not happen. She automatically has a mini panic attack when spooked, and is very easily spooked. Permission is given to prank and scare her because of this

{Caring}
As young as she is, she has a very sweet nature. She doesn't want to see anyone hurt, she doesn't want to hurt anyone. Should she see someone hurt or in need, no matter what boundaries there are, she will still try to help them. She cares for all animals, and while she hunts and fights because its what she has to do, when left alone, she would rather make friends with the birds and mice because to her, they are very cute and lovable.

{Innocent}
She doesn't know heartbreak, she doesn't know true terror. When Rainclan fell, she was too young to really be affected by it for her mother protected her. She has a very innocent mind, and never see's anything perverted or anything. She will always see the good in people, and should she be flirted with, she would be happy to be appreciate. She also wouldn't notice if she was flirting back.

{Good Girl}
A big ol' goody goody two shoes, Bloompaw will rarely break the rules, will never go behind someones back, and will never disobey her elders. She has a mind set that she has to do everything right to prove herself, for she is supposed to be older than she is, so she has to act mature.

{Eager Beaver}
She wants to please everyone. Be it fetching prey or getting a tick, she will do whatever is asked of her if it means the one asking will be happy. She has broken rules before just to appease her friends, but regretted it, and always came clean about it to her mentor. She wants to learn, and she wants to please.

{Happy}
She will rarely be anything but happy. She looks on the bright side of everything, and she always smiles. She has a very positive attitude, and it tends to sometimes annoy others. (Short trait haha)

Biography

Key points

It begins before her time

Back when all four clans still lived happily, Flashclan, Rainclan, Brineclan and Wailclan, there was a female warrior from Rainclan, and a male from Wailclan. Silversnow was a senior warrior at this point, having proven her loyalty and skills time and time again. She was only 28 Moons old, and already, she had trained two apprentice, both were were wonderful warriors now. She was your ideal warrior, and she was a sho in to be the next deputy should anything terrible happen to their leader, starclan forbid. In Wailclan, a tom cat was known as the jokester, the terrible warrior. He hadn't been given his warrior name until three moons after his littermates, because he never stopped joking around. It was only after an accident that he caused that he cooled off a little. Now Redheart was 31 moons, and still held the title of jokester, though he was still one of the stronger warriors in the clan. One day, a Wailclan patrol met up with a Rainclan border patrol, and a fight ensued. Many were wounded, and in the end, Silversnow held Redheart down by the throat, able to deliver a killing blow should she choose. The fight was broken up then, and the two clans seperated. A couple days later, there was another encounter of this kind, once more ending with Silversnow holding Redheart down. No one really knows what happened between the two over the next couple moons, but at the beginning of Leaf-bare, Redheart left Wailclan to join Silversnow, who was pregnant with his kits. The warrior's pregnancy was normal, and after two months, four kits suckled as she lay in the nursery.

Silversnow a warrior from Rainclan fought Redheart a warrior from Wailclan
Redheart joins Rainclan to be with his mate
Four kits are born, half-clan blood

Bloomkit, Icekit, Hopekit, and Cinderkit were the four she-kits that were the newest additions to Rainclan. They were innocent lives, untainted by hate or harsh thoughts. Yet that's how they were viewed for the first two moons of their lives. Around the beginning of newleaf, word got out that Flashclan was in trouble, and that the other clans were next. Silversnow protected her kit's from the news and all the harsh things going on as best as she could. The kits were normal kittens, living in a clan. Nothing could touch them, nothing could dampen their happiness. All four were playing in the camp clearing one day when their father came in to camp, passing them and heading straight for their mother. Bloomkit was curious, so snuck up and listened in while her siblings kept playing warriors and rogues. Overhearing her father say he was heading to Wailclan, shetried to convince him otherwise. Play with us daddy! Don't leave us. He just laughed and promised to come back that night. After he left, the clans were hit with a blizzard unlike one they had seen before. Over the next few days, there were cats missing all over the place, lost in the storm. Silversnow hoped that was where Redheart was, and that he would return after the blizzard. Then news came of something terrible. Wailclan was gone, wiped out by a large wave of snow. No survivors. Redheart had last been seen heading into Wailclan territory, so the truth hit the family hard. As the blizzard kept going, all of Silversnow's kits but Bloomkit passed away due to getting sick. Bloomkit fell ill as well, but she was strong, and she pulled through. She was 4 moons when the leader of Rainclan perished. Everything fell apart, and Silversnow tried to protect Bloomkit while they fought to survive without a clan leader. Rainclan disapaited, things were messed up. Hearing that Brineclan was taking in survivors, Silversnow tried to head that way.

Redheart goes to Wailclan to visit, never returns
bloomkit loses her siblings to greencough/kitcough
Rainclan falls apart, and Silversnow and Bloomkit head for Brineclan

Silversnow and Bloomkit joined up with Brineclan right after Bloomkit became 5 moons old. Silversnow wanted her kit to survive, and so they lied when asked. Bloomkit was introduced as being Bloompaw, an 8 moon old apprentice, the runt of her litter. The story was told that due to the blizzard, her training hadn't gone well, so she still needed to learn a lot. With no one else from Rainclan around, the truth wasn't known, and so the word of her mother was taken, and she was an apprentice.After the clan began picking up other cats, and they moved to a new location, things began to look up. Silversnow returned to her role as a warrior, though no longer was she a senior warrior. There was no need for those right now, not while the clan was s till trying to survive. Bloompaw was given a mentor, and while she held her secret close to her heart, she didn't see the reason to lie. What difference did three moons make? She was unlucky, for she was already the runt of the apprentices, due to her lie about her age. Her lie ate her up, but she promised her mother to keep her mouth shut. She worked hard to be the best apprentice over the next moon, and made friends.

Silversnow and Bloomkit join Brineclan
Bloomkit's age is lied about, and she becomes Bloompaw at 5 moons, believed to be 8 moons

More to come with age

Extras

Family

Parents

{Mother} Silversnow | NPC Warrior | Rainclan
{Father} Redheart | Deceased | Wailclan

Siblings

{Sister}
{ Cinderkit, Hopekit, Icekit } | All Deceased | Rainclan


{Kits}
{ Too Young }

Random Facts

Bloompaw is really small compared to other apprentices, due to the truth about her age
Bloompaw is known as a 9 moon apprentice, rather than the 6 moons she really is
Bloomkit's growth isn't complete, and as such, she hurts herself quite a bit trying to perform moves that are out of her age group.

Sexual Information

Looking for
✘ Lasting relationship
✘ Quick Fling
✔ Doesn't Know

{Orientation} Straight
{Likes} Too Young to Know
{Dislikes} Rudeness, Know-it-alls

{Current Attractions} None; Only Crushed may be started, no full n love life until she is older

{Sexual Activity}
None - Too Young

Relationships

Pending

Roleplay Sample

Bloompaw, watch your paws. You should be able to make the landing, keep your eye on the target

The small she-cat flattened her ears, her claws digging into the dirt at her paws. She was trying! Her mentor wanted her to practice her battle moves against a fellow apprentice. The only problem is that her opponent was over 3 moons older than her. They were fully grown, she was still developing the muscles needed to perform these complicated motions. She tried once more, bunching her legs underneath her before launching herself forwards. Paws outstretched, she aimed a well placed swipe for her opponent's ears before ducking and backing away. That was not, however, how it went down. The apprentice across from her moved, and headbutted her stomach as she went past, causing the young cat to topple over onto her side.

Ouch! She let out a soft whimper, getting to her paws. A front paw was held off the ground just slightly, pain flaring should she try to put weight on it. Her mentor sighed, and escorted his apprentice out of the training area to nurse her twisted paw.

Roleplay Details

FORUM Non Existant
CHATS Find me there, and Sure
NOTES Open
SKYPE Add me: Dawnstarxx _{Be sure to include your dA username}

Credits

>> Julian

Julian Cohen

17

Male

Le Savetier - The Magician

5'6 (173 cm)

120 lbs (54 kg)

Kyoketsu-shoge and Emei Daggers

| Reserved * Quiet * Pragmatic * Observant * Blunt * Resourceful * Independent |

Rather withdrawn and detached, Julian isn't one to rise up to any sort of insults, keeping cool and collected through any sort of situation he might find himself in. He isn't the type to be affected by much, taking it all in stride and doing what he can with the prospects. Some may call him aloof and apathetic, but he merely sees no reason in becoming crazy over something that can be dealt with immediate logic.

His quiet demeanor has given him a rather perceptive and keen view on everyone and everything around him, his azure orbs capturing distinct details about the people around him. This helps when he encounters a problem in the game, or even in his photography, though he isn't above just using rationale to solve whatever his problem is. He’s not exactly one to rely on people to help him. Rather, he knows his own abilities and limitations best, and though he will not hesitate to ask for help, he’d preferably do it in his own way.

Seeing no use in lying, he can be very curt in conversations that hold no interest for him. He values the silence he carries around him, and although he will indulge in a brief exchange and even willingly put forward his own views, he’s not above ignoring anyone too. He makes the most out of anything he has, and can be terribly shrewd in life.

In other words, he’s a calm, quiet person who observes and watches, and can be terribly brusque in his words, preferring logic over emotions.

Unremarkable. That was one word that summed up Julian Cohen’s life.�

Living with an aunt that was both supportive yet strangely absent, he knew his life wasn’t as average as he made it out to be, but death was rampant in everyone’s life, right? �Sure, his parents died under questionable circumstances, and there was the fact that undeniable bad luck followed him around, but no one lived a perfect life. He took it all in stride, remaining quiet and unaffected through his parent’s funerals and the string of bad situations that followed him around.

A loner not by choice – people deemed him strange, enough to stay away – he adopted photography as a hobby, a way of passing the time he spent alone. He never seemed to mind much, preferring to use photography as a way of expressing his own thoughts. His aunt fully supported every decision he made, and though he rarely saw her, disappearing she often was on sudden trips, they never seemed to run out of money to live on. He never asked her where she got the money, never pried in the life she lived. One would think he lived alone by the way she disappeared off so often.

By the age of fifteen Julian was accustomed to virtually living on his own, now seldom having his aunt return home. His bad luck continued to plague him, though it never did escalate to anything that would worry him. Or rather, he did get fired from one or two part-time jobs, and there was always the constant threat of random injuries and accidents, but Julian learned to take that in stride as well, dealing with it as best as he could. And if he couldn’t, well there was always the emergency fund his aunt left for him.�

So that was his unremarkable life. Until something remarkable occurred.

On the way home with a bag of groceries, he notices a shope with brightly-colored advertisements. They spoke of the latest game that everyone and anyone should play. Julian wasn't one to be easily interested, although there was something about it, something that drew him in and made him want to play. Money's no problem, not with his aunt acquiring so much from some obscure location. So he buys the game, bringing it home and setting it up. The game starts and suddenly, everything changes.

What's your wish?

His wish..? What /was/ his wish? With a blink and a shrug, he utters the first thing that comes into mind, paying no attention to everything else. He's suddenly contracted, linked to somebody he doesn't know yet does. Absently, he wonders if the game will be more trouble than it's worth, but he's already brushing it off and accepting it for what it is. Now then.. Might as well meet The Magician.

I want a purpose.

δ Vintage Stuff
δ Baby Animals
δ Vegetables and Fruits
δ Sweaters
δ Orange
δ Taking Pictures
δ Baked Goods
δ Video Games
δ Hats

∞ Something Bad Happening To His Camera
∞ Unplanned Situations
∞ Cats
∞ Poetry
∞ Dancing
∞ Alcohol

◙ Has really, really bad luck.
◙ Treasures his camera over anything else.
◙ Has the bad habit of taking pictures of anything that interests him, even if they place him in danger.
◙ Default expression is a blank, collected countenance.
◙ Has an unexplainable yet deep affection for coffee.
◙ Insomniac.
◙ Keeps journals filled with pictures he's taken on his hunts.
◙ Learned how to use his weapons as a way of passing time.

DO NOT STEAL, COPY, TRACE, ETC.

Name: Kim Jae-Min (김재민) _{Call him Jaemin or Jae}
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 179cm/5’10”
Weight: 63kg/139lbs
Nationality: South Korean
Faction: Y/G
Colour codes:
#7FFFD4 AQUAMARINE (main)
#AAAAAA SGI LIGHT GREY (sub)

Hates being touched: Like, if you touch him he will turn around and stare at you glassily until you get the point ok. Because of his ability to empathise with others via touch, he prefers staying away from physical contact of any kind.
Quiet: Does not usually initiate conversation, and speaks only when spoken to most of the time. It isn't because he is shy or lacks self-confidence, but more so because he never really has anything important to say.
Independent: Likes to do things on his own. In a group, there's always a chance that someone, be it yourself or someone else, screws something up. Then there's all this drama and he hates drama.
Poker-faced: Jae has one expression for fifty different emotions. He rarely really shows (facially, at least) what he is feeling. (However he does show it through other behaviours and actions.)
Weathered: He has seen enough of the world to know that it's a pretty ugly place, especially for people like him. Therefore he has certain 'defence-mechanism' type traits.
Easily influenced: Because of his "go-with-the-flow" personality, Jae can be really easily swayed to do things -- even if they're silly things or dangerous things.

Miso soup
Maths -- he solves calculus problems in his spare time because it's his idea of fun I know he isn't human
Peace and quiet

People who don't understand his need for personal space AND KEEP TOUCHING HIM I MEAN JUST STOP OK
Meat -- because of his ability he often sees snippets of the life of the animal he's eating and it just crushes his appetite
Surprises

Born in South Korea to a fairly well-off family. Jae was immediately recognised as being "abnormal". Whenever his parents touched his skin he would cry. A parent-child relationship first begins with touch, but for them, it never happened. A year later his brother was born and his parents finally got some idea of "real parenting". Even though they loved their sons equally, one of them was just a lot easier to love because he could actually be touched, didn't have strangely coloured hair and eyes, nor weird psycho-powers...

Despite this Jae's parents treated him very well. But in the highly visual South Korean community, he simply was not accepted. At first he was only verbally abused, but as he got older the discrimination against him became more and more prominent.

When he was 15 some older boys from his school pinned him down and beat him up so badly he had internal bleeding and three broken ribs. It was the final straw.

When he was 16 his parents sent him off to live with an uncle who lived in Chromatica. _{**subject to change because is this even legal lmfao-} Jae was told that his uncle was also a colorist who was welcoming him with open arms. That was not the case. As it turned out, Jae's uncle was a huge gambler with massive debts, who barely managed to look after himself, let alone Jae. He wasn't a bad person -- he cared for Jae sincerely, but didn't have the money to support them both.

Despite his uncle's best efforts he still could not stop his gambling lifestyle. It was then that Jaemin decided to personally pay a visit to the casino to drag his uncle's broke ass away. As he stepped into the casino he saw his uncle being closed in upon by a gang of tattooed men cracking their knuckles. Without thinking Jaemin rushed forward and touched one of the men, reliving one of his memories. Luckily enough it was an important one. He managed to humiliate the man into a stunned stupor before the casino staff dragged him away for initiating violence. _{Then he passed out.} This was the first time he used his ability to help someone, and Jaemin finally saw his power in a new, positive light.

But he wasn't the only one who saw his power for what it was on that day. A certain organisation considered his power an asset to aspects of their group...

After that episode, Jaemin was picked up by #0000FF-800080 as a blackmailer. His job is to get some idea of the history of a person by touch, and come up with some blackmail material. It isn't an honorable job, but he does it because he wants to help pay off his uncle's (still-accumulating) gambling debt, ironically, by blackmailing gamblers.

"It doesn't matter how I do it, as long as it gets done."

Math tutor: When he was 17 he was doing maths on the train when a university lecturer noticed his calculations and was all like , and introduced Jaemin to a maths tutoring place. Hence, he became a maths tutor for teenagers. _{(But he really sucks at explaining so it's like 1+1=2 so when a bar magnet is suspended in two magnetic fields B and Bh, it comes to rest making an angle θ with the direction of Bh.)} You have to tell him you to simplify his speech, other than that he's okay. It's an enjoyable job for him.

[MAIN] Psychometry: By touching something, Jaemin can come to understand that object's history and significance. The condition for doing this with an inanimate object is that is has to be loved or at least have some significance, so it's not like it happens for everything he touches. When he touches living things his ability is harder to maintain. He often sees some key events in that person's life. Direct skin contact is usually needed, but memories can still be felt through clothes if they are VERY powerful.
There are two main problems with his ability. One is that he cannot switch it off, so it becomes a hassle when he is in crowded places and accidentally sees things he doesn't want to see. Two is that he is easily overwhelmed, especially when it comes to people -- he will pass out if the emotions of the person he touches are very strong.
(e.g. Touching a necklace that someone's dead grandmother gave her -- he would be able to understand the emotions behind the relationship between the woman and her grandmother. e.g.2 Brushing hands with the waiter at the cafe -- he may see a replay of the waiter's parents' divorce.)
[SUB] Nunchucks: He did some nunchuck training when he was younger, and is semi-proficient in using them. However, it isn't out of the question for him to hit himself in the face with them

Never dated before dates his maths book
Is a vegetarian
Wears reading glasses

VOICE SAMPLE

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GENERAL

Name: Yo! The name's Kitajima Ryota, nice meeting you.

Nicknames: Just Ryo is fine, but whatever works for you.

Age: I'm eighteen at the moment. My birthday is on April 1st - and before you ask, yes, yes it is, haha.

Height: Hold on a sec...  wait, that can't be right. I'm only 5'11"?!

Weight: My sources say about 163lbs.

Nationality: Pfft, that's an easy one. You don't need to ask.

Year: I'm a senior; you can call me senpai! Don't worry, I'll notice you if you do. (That was a joke.)

Level: Hm... I'm not sure yet.

PREFERENCES

Likes: You really want to know? Well, alright, I don't see why I shouldn't tell you. These are just a few things; you'll have to get to know me if you want to learn more!


Hyacinthe, Takao, and Akira, my childhood friends!

Being called senpai.

My little brother, Katsuo. He wants to be a hairstylist and used to cut my hair for me. Guess I'll have to do that myself now, eh?

Long hair, as you can see. Not easy to take care of, but I think it's worth the time.

Pangolins and red pandas. They're my favourite animals.

Pretty much anything spicy. Bring on the heat!

Goggles, because there's nothing worse than getting chlorine in your eyes. They're a lifesaver!

Studying. Yeah, you wouldn't have guessed, would ya?

Rain and thunderstorms. (Sorry not sorry, Hyacinthe.)

The city. There's so much going on, and so many interesting people! Really different from where I come from.

Fireworks are great when you set them off with your friends.

Trying new things. It's fun!


Dislikes: I should've seen this coming. Er... hah, fine. Some things might surprise you, but I hope you don't get offended. Sorry if that happens, but remember, you wanted to know. Oh, and don't tell anyone about this, got that?


First, swimming. Yeah, I'm, uh, kind of maybe afraid of water. The only reason I swim fast is because I want to get out of there as soon as possible, haha! My times are good, but I've got no technique at all.

Demanding people. I can't stand guys (or girls) that try to order everyone around.

Dogs, only because they slobber all over the place.

Fish because their eyes stare into people's souls and they are just REALLY creepy. Eugh! I'd never eat them, either.

Swearing - it's just a personal preference. I feel really awkward doing it, maybe because my family keeps enforcing that we shouldn't.

Girls. I mean, I'm attracted to them, but at the same time they're so terrifying that I'd rather just avoid them completely for the time being. Have you ever witnessed a catfight? Scary stuff. I'm so glad this is an all-boys school.

Traps. If you're a guy, please look like one and stop confusing me.

PERSONALITY

Ouch, that's a tough one. I'll try my best, but you know, describing yourself is pretty hard. I've actually never thought about it before.

Well, I'd say I'm an upbeat person and a bit of a joker. I don't think I can go a day without teasing someone, and now that I'm with Hyacinthe, Takao, and Akira again, it won't be getting any better, you can count on that! The only thing I take seriously are my studies, since I'm aiming to get at least some kind of scholarship (an academic one), but even then there are still some things I can joke about. Sometimes I can be a little naive, though.

When I'm with people I know, I'm really talkative, but if it's with a group of complete strangers, then you can forget it - at least, until somebody else breaks the ice. There's nothing I hate more than being the odd one out, so you'll often find me going more with the flow than against it. I guess that part of me's why I end up being reckless and trying a lot of new things. No regrets, though! Gotta love the adrenaline rush.

Trusting people is one of my weak points. I've seen so many things go wrong when people trust each other that I'm really hesitant to trust anyone myself. The only ones I do trust are my closest friends whom I've known for years, so please try to understand. Speaking of being understanding, I'm pretty understanding myself! So, if you ever want someone to talk to, I'm up for it. (That kind of contradicts what I just said about trusting people though, so if you'd rather not it's completely fine.) I might be a joker, but I'll never break a promise or go back on my word. Even I have morals, you know?

And I think that's enough about me for now.

HISTORY

Come on, aren't you getting bored of asking me questions? Why don't we go and do something else instead? No? Aw, that's no fun!

Once upon a time, I was born and raised in the magical land of Hokkaidō. There was my mom, Haruko, my dad, Kenshin, and my younger brother, Katsuo, who's nine years younger than me and way too mature for his age. Well, I mean, they're all still here, but... Anyway. I got my fear of water when I was around four years old, when I almost drowned in a pond near our home while my dad was teaching me how to swim. Since then, I've tried to avoid swimming whenever possible. I don't think anything else significant happened before I started elementary school, so I'm gonna cheat and skip ahead a bit, if that's alright with you.

So, elementary school. Classes were easy enough, but I had trouble getting along with a lot people because of my personality. I had to make a fool of myself just to try and fit in. Anyway, during this time I met my best friends, Hyacinthe, Takao, and Akira, who were all a year or two younger than me, but that didn't really matter. The first was kind of girly-looking and often targeted by bullies, the second was missing part of his ear (which was a pretty good conversation starter, I'll have to admit) and the third had heterochromia, which I thought was really cool, haha. Takao, Akira and I tried to help brush off the bullies, and eventually things got better. We became really close - inseparable, even - and got into a lot of funny stuff, but unfortunately everyone moved away once they hit the sixth grade. Thanks for sticking with me, you JERKS. Nah, I'm just kidding.

Around this time, my brother came into the picture. I didn't really like him at first, and got annoyed with him crying in the middle of the night, but when he got older we became really close. I don't know how it happened, but he was suddenly inspired to become a hairstylist, and convinced me to grow my hair longer so that he could practice with it. My hair was always short before, you see, so I was reluctant to do it, but I found out later that I liked having long hair, so it all worked out.

Fast forward to high school: I was in my sophomore year, and by some chance I heard from Hyacinthe, Takao, and Akira that they were all going to enroll in some kind of swimming high school in the city. Of course, this was the worst possible scenario for me, being afraid of water and all. I deliberated for a few months, but eventually I said screw it, and transferred over so that we could all go to the same school again. I haven't seen them for years, and there was no way I was going to miss a chance this big!

Hyacinthe changed so much that I didn't even recognize him at first, which might have offended him, but that's alright. Takao changed too, but not as drastically. As for Akira... Well, he's only gotten more interesting, that's for sure! I think that transferring schools was the right decision to make, and I can't wait to catch up with everyone. Now all I've gotta do is get over my fear of water and try learning how to swim properly...

PEOPLE I'VE MET

Hyacinthe Lance Vieux (childhood friend): Who - Hyacinthe? Is that you? Long time no see buddy! Wait, what... WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!?

Miyazaki Takao (childhood friend): Ooh lala, nice stickers as always! They really match the colour of your, uh... hm. Also, I'm starting a petition against you cutting your own hair, sorry man.

Okazaki Akira (childhood friend): For the love of- stop growing! If you get taller than me you're gonna crush my pride as a man!

OTHER INFO

Apparently I've got something called "bedroom eyes?" That's what Takao keeps telling me, but I don't know what he means. This is my normal face.

I keep my hair tied up like this most of the time. My younger brother says to either tie it up or let him experiment with styling it, and since his experiments don't end very well, I'm choosing the former option, haha!

General

Name : Ailana Marksmen
Nicknames : Lana, That Stupid Witch
Age : 2 ½ years
Gender : Female
Breed : Pixie Bob X Maine Coon
Orientation : Straight

Appearance

Build : Ailana has a pretty regular build. Her limbs are long and lanky making her tall and slightly awkward looking some times. She has a nice amount of muscle, but not a whole lot. She’s not exactly the strongest cat alive. She has a little bit of meat to her too. She’s not really skinny. [Even though the picture kinda looks like it] She’s definitely got some curves to her, especially around her hips.
Key Features :

-Fur
Lana has quite a lot of fur. It’s usually bunched up in areas. Her face has the most fur around it. She has long bangs and cheek fur. This is mostly due to her breed. She also has a lot of fur on her limbs around the joint Areas. This usually gets in the way a lot, but looks very nice when she decides she wants to dance!

-Markings
Ailana has very beautiful fur. Not only is it incredibly soft, but it also has a very nice color and pattern to it. She loves her fur a lot, and prides herself in making sure it’s nice and taken care of. Most of the time she keeps it very clean and straight, brushing it often.

-Rabbit Tail
Her tail is pretty short. Not only is it short it’s really REALLY fluffy. Most of the time she resembles a rabbit with that really fluffy cream tail of hers. After she takes a bath and fluffs out her fur her tail does make her look a lot like a rabbit.

Height : Tall
Weight : Medium-ish
Accessories :

-Witch Hat
Ailana made that hat all by herself! It was once a regular old witch hat, but she didn’t like that one a lot. It needed a lot of work in her opinion. So she went out to her closet and cut up some of her robes and sewed it into the hat. That’s why it has the strange patches of fabric. Then she added the sash around the top, and put a nice gold ring that she stole from someone on it. She didn’t feel like it was finished though, so she looked around in her potion brewing supplies and found a perfect larkspur flower. She used some sort of magic potion on the flower, and now it shall never die! So the flower is real! She doesn’t like going places without her little hat, but going into town with it on, is just a little bit short of suicide.

Jewelry :
-The Necklace
Lana also crafted her necklace herself. It’s nothing more than a string made out of sheep intestine with some small procaine trinkets on it. It was all painted herself. She made sure it looked nice with her hat before she ever dubbed it worthy of wearing! She even spent a while trying to get the paint for the flower the exact same color as her Larkspur.

-The Bracelet
Or the Gauntlet, as she calls it. It really isn’t a gauntlet. She just likes to think it is to look slightly stronger. It was a gift from her mother who was also a witch. It has no magical properties but it has a small purple gem weaved into the center. Ailana’s favorite color is purple, so she couldn’t turn down the gift!

tGO Information

Chaw : Dark
Magic :
[Sleep Casting] Lv. 1
Job : Witch
Faction : N/A
Home Number : W - Witch’s Hallow
Ailana’s House is a small shack she got from her mother hidden in the woods. It‘s so tiny that it‘s hard to walk in, but the biggest thing about the shack is that it has a larger basement underneath it. She keeps most of her ‘witchy’ items in the basement, including her caldron. The bottom floor has lots of shelves and storage, and only she knows how to open the door that leads to the basement, unless she shows you that is, but that won’t happen any time soon! The upstairs just looks like a really poor person’s house. She has a small bed, and a make-shift kitchen, but it lacks a bathroom. There is a latrine outside though.

Personal

Talents :
-Magic Brewing
Ailana lives for making potions and experimenting. It’s what she would spend her whole life doing, if it was possible. She’s pretty skilled but probably not as skilled as she could be, since she’s still pretty young and new it being a witch. The different types of potions she can brew are listed below!

-Transmutation Potion- Turns the person who drinks it into a random small animal like a squirrel or rabbit for maybe about thirty minutes or so.
-Fire Starter- A simple potion that works a lot like gasoline. It can act as a fire starter in the right conditions.
-Meal in a Bottle- A potion that can make you feel like you’ve eaten a whole feast!
-Smoke Bomb- A concoction of different sorts of ingredients that disperse when the bottle is shattered! It works a lot like a smoke bomb and creates a shroud of cover for a quick escape!
-Memory Wipe- Her strongest Potion, a recipe received from her mother. It’s a potion that can wipe parts of a person’s memory from the last couple of hours. It’s slightly faulty and in some cases people have forgotten what they did in the last couple of days. Ailana uses this potion after anyone buys something from her shop. She can’t have someone going back and getting her murdered, can she?

-She is always working on new potions, but only has those few for a little while! Anyone willing to be her potion tester is welcome to come try! She‘s not liable for your death though ;o
I‘m also not even sure if she can sell things like this? XD; but if she can that would be really neat ;w;

-Crafting-
Ailana is a very creative person! She is always crafting something. She loves to sew, and make clothes. She’s never actually done much with it, but if she could be anything other than a witch she would have been a clothing maker. She works with fabric almost as well as she works with potions. She’s just that good at it! She tends to like to make blankets and such to give to people, especially the poor!

-Fishing
The main thing Ailana eats is fish. She travels to the nearest body of water each day to fish with the rod her father gave her. She’s pretty skilled at it, too. Fish is pretty much her favorite food in the world, so it’s good to have her be able to catch her favorite food. Sometimes she even goes to town to buy a nicer larger piece of fish for an occasion like her mother’s birthday!

Likes :
The Color Purple
Children
Brewing
Cooking
Herself
Dark Things
Money
Fish
Silence
Toms
Flowers

Dislikes :
Really Loud People
Smiley people
Most She-cats
People touching her hat
Being looked down on for being a witch
Really froofy stuff
Myths
The King

Personality :
[Trickster] [Flirty] [Kind] [Saleswoman]

-Trickster-
Ailana is a huge Trickster. She definitely got this trait from her mother. Being a witch pretty much forces you to be pretty crafty and tricky right? Not everyone wants to just buy a dangerous potion with terrible side effects. You’ve got to trick them into it. You also have to trick people to test some of your potions, am I right? All part of the job! She enjoys being tricky too, it’s one of her favorite things to do.

-Flirty-
Lana definitely knows how to get a guy. Not that she’d ever want one. Thought some guys she wouldn’t mind bringing back to her house just to slaughter them for ingredients, not that she’d ever do that! ;D She loves flirting too. It’s about the only reason she goes to town. So she can stay at the bars and flirt with the toms. She did try flirting with she-cats before, but that was just awkward and didn’t work out at all. Due to her flirty nature, she never really wants to get in a relationship. She just wants little flings of course.

-Kind-
Underneath all the tricks and flirting nature, Lana can actually be pretty darn nice. Once you prove to her that you’re a really good friend she’ll definitely be nice to you. She tends to ask for favors too, but she’ll always pay you back, no matter what! She’s actually a pretty nice person. She loves children too, and loves to just go over to the orphanage and play with the children. If she could adopt them all she probably would, who would give an Orphan to a witch though?

-Saleswoman-
Ailana could probably sell you a dead rat and get your soul in return. She’s a pretty amazing saleswoman. Up-selling things is always her best perk, and she also has really awesome haggling skills. She hates paying full price for anything. The only thing she ever paid full price for was probably her hat. She only did that to get it quickly, but if you ask her she’ll tell you she got it half off for being awesome.

-Hateful towards Royalty-
Ailana cannot stand the empire. She thinks they are rude destructive people with no other intention than to steal from those who are poor or unfortunate. She feels they are the reason that many people want her dead. She’s just practicing magic like they do! The feeling she has towards them cannot be expressed in many words. She would most likely spit on a Royal member if she ever came in contact with them Even if they were hansom!

-Robin Hood-
Even though Ailana’s never stolen from anyone, well no she has, but she’s never pick pocketed someone. She wishes she would have! there are too many poor people in the city, and too many unfortunate children that are cold and hungry for those stupid fat people to be living it up like they are. She wishes that she could help them out some other way, and be like the story of robin hood. She heard that was some sort of guild that did that and she’d love to join… but why would they accept a witch?

History :


[Her Parents]

Ailana’s mother went by the name of Morgana, named after Morgan Le Fay from Wicca legend. She was a solid black she-cat. An omen to many humans and a sign of bad luck. She was a beloved pet to a hated human witch. Morgana cherished her human greatly, and barely ever left her side, but at night when her human would slumber the jet black feline would find her way below the city. She would work here as a potion saleswoman, otherwise known as a witch. She had a quiet life. Living in solitude with only her books and brewery. When the sun would rise she would quickly make her way back to her owner.

Ailana’s father was a fancied cat by the name of Darcel. One who lived a lavish life with everything he had ever wanted. He was a spoiled rotten creature of habit and pride. He cared for no one but himself and his fortune. Never once did he pay attention to the poor or the homeless. He lived in Gweillan as a distant relative of the royal family. Extremely distant, but his father had made a fortune selling land in a far away country, and when he died Darcel inherited everything. Especially the money.

Darcel was sick. Everyone said he was going to die. He couldn’t figure out how he had gotten so sick, but he was and he wasn’t ever going to make it. If he died, all of his money would have been sent to his no good brother, who would have wasted it away on charity and helping the poor! What a fend that sibling was. Darcel needed someone he could pass his money down to, and he needed whoever that was quickly.

Morgana never wanted to meet Darcel she had a strict policy of not serving to the rich. She dispised most of them for trying to kill her owner up in the human world. One day a Main Coon by the name of Darcel came to her small hut. She was very intrigued by him, maybe it was because of the way he came in shrouded in a coat, or maybe it was the color of his bright blue eyes. He quickly ordered only one thing.

A love potion.

She refused at first, but once he offered her a hefty amount of money, She couldn’t refuse. She concocted the creation. A mixture of cherry blossoms, newt’s eye, falcon talons, and Darcel’s hair was made. It was a powerful potion, and Morgana warned Darcel of its properties. She said to use it only on someone he really wanted. Morgana handed over the potion bottle to him.

He threw it straight at her as soon as he could.

Morgana fell to the ground and clenched her faces with her claws, hissing and yelling curses at Darcel. He walked over towards her and stood up looking down at her. She looked back up at him with an blank expression, which morphed quickly into something much like lust. Darcel took his money from her and she didn’t even mind. Her own potion had become her downfall as Darcel claimed her to bare his child. No one understood why he would choose such a strange cat. No one had ever seen this cat in town before. She was amazingly beautiful, though. Many toms were jealous. He took her away to live at his estate until he had his kits.

The spell didn’t wear off until Morgana was already pregnant. Before she left she decided to lay one last curse on Darcel for tricking her. She laid a curse upon him, so that his sickness would get to it’s worst point and stop. It would never kill him, but it would leave him in terrible condition until he just gave Morgana an apology which is all she really wanted from him. She fled in the night and ran back to the upper world to find her human.

Morgana’s human, her witch, her guardian, had be brutally murdered one night while Morgana was out with Darcel. She had be hanged for practicing magic and witch craft. Morgana was heart broken at this! How could she have just let her human get murdered like that. She spent many days later after that morning in the human world. Once she had finally gotten her head back on she made her way back down to the cat world and decided to live there and raise her children, or child as it seemed.

Ailana was born on a cold winter day in the house she lives in now.

[The fall of teacher]

Ailana was a quiet child, didn’t do much. She just kept quiet for her mother’s sake and watched her do her witchcraft. Morgana was a strict mother, but a kind one. She made sure to tell Ailana about how terrible people where. Ailana didn’t ever listen, though. The main thing she wanted to do as a child was make friends. Morgana wouldn’t let her leave the hut, so she never did.

Ailana’s only friend became her mother and a book of Wicca traditions. Morgana taught Ailana absolutely everything she knows. The two became inseparable. Ailana never really wanted to be a witch though. She always wanted to work in town and be a clothing maker. Morgana thought that was just plain silly though.

The two practiced everyday and every night. Ailana became the two’s food supplier. She brought them home fresh fish everyday. It was a simple life, but every time Morgana got a customer she would make Ailana hide, for fear of her safety. Morgana had become quite untrusting of most people, while Ailana just wanted to meet someone.

About a year went by and Ailana was now pretty much full grown, with an array of potion knowledge. She knew just about everything. She was out collecting ingredients and such when she heard a commotion from her little hut. She had carefully made her way back when she saw some people dragging away her mother from a near by stream where she had been collecting water. Morgana looked terrible like they had beaten her with something. Ailana hid in the bushes and attempted to do something, when Morgana hissed out at her forcing her to keep hiding.

Ailana followed the people and her mother all the way back into the town. Many were shouting ‘burn the witch!’ and ‘hang her!’ Ailana was shocked! Her mother had done absolutely nothing wrong! What was happening. She was panicking as they tied Morgana’s hand behind her back and shoved her up on a stage-looking place. Ailana called out to try and get them to stop, but her efforts were futile.

Morgana gave Ailana one last look and a small nod before they stuck the noose around her neck and hung her.

Just like her old human owner.

Ailana was so shocked what had just happened! How could this had happened! Why did she let it happen! She could have done something. She backed out of the crowd and shrunk to the shadows her blue eyes were ablaze with shock and hurt.

A man stepped up on the platform. He looked sickly yet pretty young.

“I am Darcel, leader of the witch hunters!” The crowd cheered as he spoke, and Ailana’s sadness turned into rage quickly. Darcel was the name of her father. She clenched her fists and looked up at him straight in the eyes. “We have prevailed aga-again--” Darcel clenched his chest and started coughing quickly. His followers tried to help him but his collapsed and was long gone dead.

Ailana had killed him with a look and an unspoken spell.

[The rise of a witch]

After the death of her mother, and her damned father, Ailana decided what her destiny was. She was going to be a witch, just like her mother, and she was going to avenge her name. Not by getting revenge, but by changing the slander witches everywhere had received.

Ailana would change that and this was her destiny!

Family:
Morgana - Mother - Death by Hanging
Darcel - Father - Death by Heart attack.

Mate : N/A
Kits : N/A

Relationships :

= Acquaintance
= Uncertainty
= Friend
= Good Friend
= Family
= Crush
= Love
= Lust
= Greatly Dislike
/ = Despise

Feeling | Name - Occupation - Roleplayer

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- | Misto - Fortune Teller - ~IcyReflections

"TBA"

- | Paige - Page - ~Solfeesh

"TBA"

- | Piper - Orphan - ~Roozul

"TBA"

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Extras :
Ailana has always wanted a pet bird, but hasn’t ever had enough money.
She plans on joining the Flamed Dagers Eventually
She does go into town, but when she does she keeps a low profile and tries not to talk to many people
She can be a heavy drinker
She appreciates people who Appreciate her.

Art of Ailana :
By me!
Her shop

By others!
None yet!

Role Play Example :

[From #Fourth-Wall-Vacation]
“Yeah this is a lot worse. I’m never going to be able to feel my shoulder again.” He said and just kept up the pace trying to outrun something that wasn’t even there. He stopped at one point and flung Aeon back over into the front of him and held her bridal style again. “Complain all you want, but this is so much easier.” He muttered and kept his eyes peeled on what was ahead. “Oh yeah I’m sure they were. Maybe they’ll be afraid of the color red. That would be really convenient.” He said and saw another flash of black from the corner of his eye. He jumped this time and almost lost his balance. His eyes darted around one more time as he noticed some of the shadows of the trees were… twitching? “A-Aeon…” He muttered but never said anything after that for the shadow started to move. The hair on his neck stood on end as a chill swept through his body. He was frozen in place staring at what was probably the thing that was trying to kill Aeon earlier. From the shadows it arose. It had jet black skin without a wound on it, piercing, white, pupiless eyes, and a gapping maw filled with more teeth than Heatedstar had seen throughout his whole life. It was probably as big as a small car and easily outsized both Aeon and HS. The creature let out some sort of high pitched noise, almost like a small child’s laugh. HS turned on his heels and ran away as fast as he possibly could clinging Aeon so hard it probably was causing her even more pain. The shadow monster let out a screech and came running after them each of its steps sounded too quiet for its size. Heatedstar was dreadfully aware of the monster getting closer and closer towards them. His panic increased immensely as he struggled to run faster and keep his footing. One mess up and Aeon and he would be lunch. Suddenly he dashed out into an open field and the monster stopped at the edge of the tree line. HS tripped and fell into the much too tall grass accidentally dropping Aeon. He got to his feet quickly and looked around panicked. His heart was beating so hard it was causing him pain. The shadow monster seemed to just be sitting and waiting at the edge of the tree line for something. The ginger cat had no idea what was even happening, and then he realized that he had just totally launched Aeon out of his arms when he fell. He spotted the navy colored Creatura and ran over to her saying sorry over and over again. “Y-your friends found us…” He said shakily

[And this is an intro post for an OC story of mine and =Frightling's!]
Ah, what a nice day it was! Not a cloud in the sky to shroud the perfect sun rise that cast a orangey-pink glow over all of Inland. Will was super excited too, today was a day for a information mission. No one else really cared for these missions because they said they were ‘too boring’ or ‘shouldn’t even be called missions cause you can’t fight’ or something like that. Will loved them though. There weren’t any chances that someone would get hurt if it was a no combat mission. He didn’t know what he’d do if he lost a teammate. He flung on his scarf and fixed it in the mirror in his room. This was work, and he wasn’t going to go to work looking unmade. He unclipped the small metal feather off his other scarf and clipped it onto the one he was wearing. After he slipped on his mask and adjusted the rest of his uniform. Time to go give the mission to everyone. Hopefully Jessi would be at this meeting. Last time he spent like twenty minutes of the meeting trying to find some paper when she could have just poofed some up. He made his way up to the top floor and grabbed himself a cup of coffee. Gosh where was everyone they knew it was time for the meeting. He had specifically told them yesterday that they were going to have a meeting right now at this time in this room and everyone had to drink their coffee. They were messing up his routine. He leaned up against the counter and sipped his coffee, as Kanine came out of the living room. Will nearly blew a gasket. Kanine wasn’t in his uniform his hair was a mess, he looked like he had been sleeping. Did he even listen to his leader’s orders yesterday? “What?” Kanine muttered as he noticed Will getting red and looking like he was about to just beat him over the head with his coffee cup. “I told you that you had to be ready right now at this time. We have a mission to attend to, Kanine!” Will snapped and angrily sipped his coffee. “Oh, right that,” Kanine said, “Ok I’ll go get ready,” He blew off Will’s anger and slowly made his way down to his room to get ready. Will was not pleased. It seemed like only him and Paige respected orders.

Death Sense (Letus)
With this power, he can sense when a nearby person or animal (within a 10ft radius) is in danger of losing their life within a certain time period, no matter what the cause is (sickness, in a fight, in an accident, etc). He can't exactly pinpoint who it is, how they'll die, when or where, or even if they will die at all; all he'll get is the simple sense that someone or something is close to death. When he does sense that someone is close to death, his body will dramatically drop in temperature (which is why he rather dislikes this power), so much so that people that touch his skin while this power is active will find he feels unusually ice cold. Until the person actually dies or the threat of death passes, whenever he is close to whoever it is this ability will be constantly activated (which means it could be possible for him to figure out who is setting off this ability, but he rarely tries to).
<sub>Note: He cannot turn this power on and off, and it's most likely he'll never be able to do so as 'turning it off' would be rather pointless since he'd probably turn it off for good if he could. Also, this power doesn't work on monsters.

Lvl 1:- Activates whenever he senses someone is close to death within a few days or less.
Lvl 2:- Activates whenever he senses someone is close to death within a week.
Lvl 3:- Activates whenever he senses someone is close to death within two weeks.
Lvl 4:- Activates whenever he senses someone is close to death within three weeks.
Lvl 5:- Activates whenever he senses someone is close to death within a month.</sub>

TIPS

[Parents] Blossomfall + Snakecharm
[Siblings] Rivereyes + Foxtail
[Kits] None
[Mate] None
[Grandparents] Vinewhip + Hawkrise | Snowcloud + Fernclaw
[Other Relatives] None

<sub>Loud
Lionthroat is a naturally loud feline, in both senses of the word. Firstly, the warrior received his full name on account of his voice. From the day he was born, he has always had a slight rumble in the back of his throat when he speaks, as though there is a purr behind his words. Therefore, it is easy for his voice to be projected if necessary. While most cats may be identified by appearance alone, this feline is unique in terms of his vocal tones. It is also known that Lionthroat is quite a performer, to say the least. Actions speak louder than words, so it goes. These actions of his could be described as loud, a statement of his ego. On his free time, the tom is often found boasting, or showing off to any cat who will watch. Sometimes both.

Egotistic
WARNING: DO NOT FEED THE EGO
Lionthroat is quite the ... daredevil, to put it lightly. Due to his oversized ego, it appears the warrior has very little understanding of the word 'no'. Being a proud cat, he finds it quite difficult to step down from challenges of any kind, leading him to sway from the edge of reason. This has developed his cockiness and arrogance, while making him sensitive to insults. He certainly walks with a strut, and always manages to weave a complimentary remark about himself into a conversation. However, the reactions of his clan-mates vary. Those who are close to him find it amusing and often take it lightly. Others, not so much. The feline's view of himself is simple. The only cats of much importance to the clan, he believes, are warriors. Therefore, the leader, deputy and medicine cat receive a grudging sense of respect from him. In his eyes, single cats don't deserve his loyalty, as they're all in the same boat.

Realist
Lionthroat is a realist at heart, known for his ability to 'tell it like it is'. He is accustomed to the harsh reality of life, with very little belief in StarClan. However, this quality does give him a slightly depressing edge, as he tends to focus on the negative point of view. Unfortunately, as a result of this, he lacks the ability to dream, to have aspirations. If he happens to achieve anything within the clan, it will be the mere result of his endurance, proving his worth. Generally, the warrior prefers to 'let it be'. If it is meant to happen, it will occur naturally.

Gentleman
For all his flaws and boastful ways, Lionthroat does have good intentions. This general impression of the warrior arises from his refined, polite manner of speaking and docile nature. He rarely loses his temper or raises his voice, and the only time you’ll see him truly angry is when an opponent is threatening something that he loves. Around others - she-cats in particular - he is known for acting in a chivalrous manner. Although he appears confident at times, he is often mistaken as being flirtatious for merely showing an interest in the affairs of his companions.</sub>

<sub>[KITHOOD]
Trouble followed the inquisitive young Lionkit like his bushy tail followed him. When encouraged by his littermates, he was often up for trying new feats. However, one sunny afternoon, disaster struck. It was Thymecloud's first excursion out of camp since having her kits and one of the nursing queens had been assigned to watch the trio while their mother was absent....
"Hush, you three!" Mossflower had hissed, for the third time already. "Go and play outside, if you must. I can't have you disturbing my kits." Lionkit was barrelled outside by his siblings before he could reply, squinting at the sudden burst of light. "What'll we do now?" Riverkit asked, circling her brothers eagerly. "I wanna hunt!" Foxkit squeaked, imitating the hunter's crouch. Lionkit frowned. "You look ridiculous." Riverkit rolled her eyes. "C'mon, lighten up! Besides, I wanna play too." Foxkit sat up. "Me and Riverkit will hunt, you be the bird." Lionkit pouted, an indignant light in his eyes. "Why do I have to be the prey?" he complained, though scampered over to the small tree in their camp, anticipating an attack. He heard the two kits whispering behind him, then heard the pattering of paws as they raced towards them, Foxkit one way, Riverkit the other. Lionkit cringed, then retreated up the sapling, his small claws scrabbling for a hold on the rough surface. He clung to the lowest branch, looking down at his littermates with wide eyes. "No fair! I didn't know you could climb!" Foxkit called up, glowering. "I didn't know I could climb!" Lionkit shot back, limbs quivering as he crouched down. "So ... how will you get down?" Riverkit asked, tilting her head to one side innocently. "I don't know!" The tabby kit wailed. "Can't you climb down?" Riverkit pointed out. Foxkit frowned, reaching up the bark with his front paws. "Why don't you jump? Aren't you supposed to be a bird? You'll land safely. Or fly, rather." Riverkit glared at the other kit. "Don't be a mouse-brain! You don't know that!" she squeaked. Lionkit flattened his ears against his skull, paws starting to slip. "Uh ... Guys? I don't think I can - " Lionkit's voice cut off abruptly as he suddenly lost his grip on the branch. For a moment, he was weightless, the ground reaching up to meet him. Then, nothing.

[APPRENTICESHIP]
Lionkit, Riverkit and Foxkit has their apprentice ceremony postponed for two moons after the accident. Thymecloud had been almost complacent, stating 'kits will be kits. Their father, however, had been furious. Riverkit and Foxkit had spent the time bearing the brunt of Snakecharm's anger, while Lionkit was sheltered in the Medicine Cat's den, learning to walk again. Then, the day they'd been waiting for came. Lionkit had his old name stripped away. He was now Lionpaw, apprentice to Thrushpelt. During the harsh months of leaf-bare, greencough swept the camp.
"Lionpaw .... Lionpaw, wake up!" The golden and white apprentice stirred at the sound of his mentor's voice. He rose slowly, limbs stiff from sleep. Fatigue nipped at his paws as he walked to join the evening patrol, dulling his enthusiasm. Lionpaw did not greet his clanmates, instead standing there with his head hung and eyes closed, until Thrushpelt nudged him. "Time to get going," he huffed, expelling small clouds of condensation as he spoke. The frigid stung his pelt as the patrol set off, leaving tracks in the fresh snow. At the border, there was no sign of scent markers. "Maybe WindClan is suffering, same as us." Voleclaw muttered, brushing his scent along various trees and bushes. Lionpaw watched the ShadowClan deputy, struggling to keep his eyes open. Snow began to fall, coating various coloured pelts as it grew heavier, until Lionpaw could hardly see his mentor in front of him. Wind raged against the pine trees, causing the dense forest to shiver, expelling more snow. "We'll never find our way back to camp in this." Thrushpelt muttered. "You're right. Looks like we'll have to hole up in that abandoned den, by the stream. It's not the safest, but it's warm and dry." Voleclaw replied, leading the patrol to their only hope of shelter. Inside the den, it was a tight fit. Lionpaw shuddered, ice clinging to the outside of his pelt, while inside, heat raged. He was drowning. The small tom curled up on his side, his vision swimming, while Thruspelt stood over him protectively. How had he not noticed before? All the symptoms were there. Greencough. Yet it seemed his apprentice had refused any medicinal help. He would go down fighting, so it seemed. "I'm tired, Thrushpelt." he rasped, closing his eyes. "I know..." The warrior replied. "We'll take you to the medicine cat when we get back." Thrushpelt slumped down, distraught as he received no response. On the day of his final assessment. Grief cut through him. Such a bleak way to die, for a cat so young. The patrol sat in a circle around Lionpaw, a silent vigil while he rested. Thrushpelt took a place besides his companions, grateful for their support.
"Lionpaw?"
This was his first apprentice. He couldn't lose him. They had already buried a cat that morning. One life lost at dawn, another at sunset.
"Lionpaw?"
Stone-cold, in a stone tomb.
"I'm sorry."
Thrushpelt pushed at his apprentice again. He did not wake.
One life claimed.
One life lost.
One life taken, for every cycle of the sun.

[WARRIOR]
Lionpaw spent a moon wandering the border between NightClan and ScorchClan. It seemed he'd made a temporary home in one of the hotspots, unaware of the clans living nearby. NightClan discovered the tom first, and he joined.
"Lionpaw?....Lionpaw, wake up!" The golden and white apprentice stirred at the sound of his mentor's voice. He sprang to his paws eagerly, though bumped his head on the roof of the den. Wincing, though undeterred, he sprang out of the den. It was time for his warrior ceremony. His new clanmates turned to watch as the apprentice padded towards the High-stones, where Shadowstar was waiting. The ceremony flew by, until the newly named Lionthroat found himself sitting vigil outside camp. The sky was darkening as the sun made its descent. An evening patrol was preparing to leave. As the young warrior watched a mentor and apprentice pair touch noses, he felt a strange sense of loss, though he was unable to place it. Turning back to face the opening of the camp, Lionthroat glanced up at the sky, the ghost of a smile on his muzzle. It seemed another cycle has ended, he mused to himself.</sub>

Physical

Name}} Rootprowl
Past name}} Nora
Warrior name breakdown}} Rootprowl was given her warrior name for her silent stalking abilities, and for the way she can often be found prowling among the roots and brush.

Age}} 30 moons

Gender}} She-cat

Breed}} Tonkinese (80%) x Burmilla x Unknown
A Tidbit of Information}}
Rootprowl's tail is short due to a birth defect resulting from Aello's poor self-care and self-nourishment during her pregnancy.

Clan}} SkyClan, formerly a rogue
Rank}} Warrior



Personality}} SECRETIVE | CURIOUS & INQUISITIVE | MERCILESS | INTROVERTED | SLY & ALLURING
SECRETIVE
Perhaps it is just because she only recently joined SkyClan, but Rootprowl tends to keep to herself. Her new Clanmates know little about her past, and it seems that it will stay that way. In general, she tends to stick to the motto of "the less you know about me, the better off we both are." She is elusive and is a professional at dodging questions and giving half-answers that are tricky and believable.
CURIOUS & INQUISITIVE
It seems like Rootprowl is interested in every aspect of Clan life - especially its inner workings. She claims that the structure and community is what brought her to SkyClan, and if ever she makes conversation, it is usually to ask one question or another. She loves learning about strategies, techniques and plans, and is quite eager for any information she can wrap her paws around. Her curiosity and inquisitive nature does not stop at warriors and lower ranks; she is known to interrogate even Skystar and Orielwing.
MERCILESS
There have been few opportunities to fight in a real battle in the short time Rootprowl has been a part of SkyClan, but from a few border skirmishes, training, and even daily life, it has been proven that she is a merciless enemy. She shows no pity for cats of any age, right down to the youngest apprentice and smallest kits. Her advice? "Toughen up, buttercup." Rootprowl grew up without the warrior code to guide her, so she finds it a difficult adjustment to show honor in battle, and she will come close to killing a foe if her Clanmates don't remind her that a warrior does not need to take a life to win. This doesn't mean she has no morals or conscience, by any means, but her still-rogue-like ways may seem a bit strewed to the Clan cats.
INTROVERTED
Rootprowl tends to keep to herself, and will often go out into SkyClan territory by herself. Some suspect it may be that she finds it hard to adapt to Clan life, and needs time to herself to soak in the warrior code and its ways. Either way, she is often gone from her nest many a moonhigh, not to return until sunrise the next morning. She does not go out of her way to have a friendly chat or make friends, and it seems like quite a bit of work to try doing so yourself. Terse replies and the cold shoulder are all you'll receive if she's not in the mood to talk.
SLY & ALLURING
To say that Rootprowl has a way with charisma is an understatement; this she-cat could practically charm a snake into doing warrior duties if she so pleased. She's not flirty, per say, but definitely has a sort of charm that will often get her her way. She wouldn't be described as outright 'beautiful,' but has something of a subtle attractiveness in her deep amber eyes, and holds herself in an elegant and glamorous posture. She is able to get the answers she wants and has a positively beguiling smile.

Past

Family}}
AELLO
Mother, kittypet, deceased.
COSMO
Father, rogue, deceased.
KALLON
Brother, rogue, living. NPC.

Back Story}}
An extended version of what Nora told to Skystar upon asking to join the Clan.
KITHOOD
Born into a kittypet home, Nora and her littermate Kallon were more or less left to fend for themselves in the household. Their housefolk, an elderly old female, did not remember that she owned Aello, let alone that the she-cat had given birth to two kittens. Though Aello loved Cosmo very much, she did not want her kits, and asked him to take them away to live with him in the wild. It was difficult enough, she said, to have to find food for herself (because of course, the old woman did not feed them). Cosmo agreed, and took Kallon and Nora away to his small nest in the forest, just outside the territory of a group of cats that called themselves "SkyClan." There, in that small stretch of land on the outskirts of Clan territory, Cosmo raised his two kits with more love than he suspected his mate had ever had for Nora and Kallon combined. He taught them what he knew of the Clans, and how to survive on their own. Cosmo often went to visit Aello, but never brought the kits with him on his visits. One grave night, he returned to the nest looking quite dejected, and Nora asked him what was the matter. Cosmo told them that the neighboring kittypet had seen Aello run over on the street, killed instantly by a huge monster. The kits did not take this too hard, as they had felt little affection for their mother. The small family went on living, Cosmo becoming a bit quieter but still standing by to take care of the two young cats.
ADOLECENCE
When Kallon and Nora were about 8 moons old, Cosmo took them out to hunt one day, a usual practice for the small cluster of cats. They were hunting near the SkyClan border when suddenly, a fox came out of the shadows, its jaws dripping with saliva and eyes glittering menacingly. It was obviously starving, and hoping to pick off one of the three for a meal. Shouting to his kits to run, Nora and Kallon fearfully darted away into the bushes, Nora staying behind and hiding in the thick foliage. Cosmo and the fox fought fiercely for a long while, but just when Nora believed her father to be winning, the fox snapped at Cosmo's throat, and brought an end to the rogue's life. Nora returned to the nest, where she reported the outcome to Kallon, the two littermates huddling fear-stricken and horrified until the next morning.
THE SCARS
When Nora was around 20 moons, she was padding through unclaimed territory when she came upon an angry rogue who immediately challenged her to a fight. It was a fairly evenly matched battle, but the rogue managed to place a blow to Nora's face that left her with long scars. Fleeing back to her own nest, Nora began to question whether or not this was the sort of life she wanted to live.
JOINING SKYCLAN
Brother and sister remained in the nest until they were 26 moons, whereupon Nora decided she wanted more companionship than her brother. She urged him to come with her, but Kallon did not like the idea that his sister had come up with. "Join SkyClan?" he exclaimed. "You have to be crazy! They'd never accept a rogue like you." Nora thought otherwise; this group of cats had been formed by cats just like them - all former rogues, loners, and kittypets. She was certain that they would let her in, and with that, the siblings parted ways. Nora was brought to Skystar, and begged the leader to allow her to join their Clan. She wanted to be part of something greater, she told her, and wanted more structure and community than life as a rogue provided. Her scars proved how unkind the life of a rogue had been, she said. Skystar allowed her to stay on a trial. Nora learned quickly, and passed their expectations with flying colors, earning a warrior name and the position of a full warrior of SkyClan.

Relations & RP

Relationships}}
Dislike / Annoyance
Hate
Fear
Respect
Acquaintance
Uncertain
Friend
Good friend
Best friend
Crush/Attraction
Love
Family

Name | RPer | Rank | Bullets | Thoughts


NON-CLAN / THE CAUSE
KALLON | NPC | Rogue | | "My brother is my best friend. I would do anything to protect him. He's the only family I have left."
SKYCLAN
WINDCLAN
THUNDERCLAN
RIVERCLAN
SHADOWCLAN


RP sample}}
oSaC; Sleetgaze the elder:
"Well, you're always welcome to take me out for walks," she meowed. "Your company is truly a gift, Kindlestep." As the scent of AspenClan grew stronger in her nostrils, Sleetgaze sighed as the gurgle of the stream brought back hazy pictures; the last she had seen of this border was so long ago, and it was like trying to see something through a thick layer of smoke. "Alright go ahead and sit next to me, and I know you can't see so you may not see the point of this but for my sake just close your eyes," Kindlestep told her, and she obeyed, shutting her eyelids so that she no longer felt the sensation of what used to bring her sight. It was almost... well, relaxing, as if she could pretend she wasn't blind - that the blackness around her was of her choosing.
It seemed as if Kindlestep was waving away the smog from her early memories of this place as he described their location. She could remember this precise area, so beautiful in its blooming state. Even the chill of leaf-bare around her seemed to melt away as the medicine cat continued to weave a beautiful picture, one of a world where colors exploded into life around her, birds and animals and grass and trees shattered the black walls and came trumpeting into full sight, blindness forgotten, death forgotten, everything remembered.... As he gently lifted her paw to touch the weathered bark, Sleetgaze let out a shuddering sigh - if she would have had the ability, she might have cried a joyful tear. For a while, she held her shaking paw upon the rough bark of the tree, eyes still closed and remaining thoughtfully silent. "This tree has grown old, just as I have," she meowed finally. She turned to Kindlestep, opening her eyes, and touched her nose to his shoulder in respect. "Thank you," she murmured, head dipped as she withdrew her touch. "You have shown me how to see again."



Art/Character (c) *Warriors-horse
Application base / tDE (c) =Elesette

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