The future's in your paws. Shape it well.Roleplay in a cat Clan of warriors. Based off the Warriors series by Erin Hunter. Takes place in an AU before the cats in the books existed.
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In many ways, Thrushnose strikes a perfect balance between her parents. She stands at average height on broad paws that, while not webbed, are well-suited for swimming. Her medium-length coat consists of dark fishbone stripes over a pale brown base. Swaths of white mark her face, chest, and legs. She’s sturdily built, though thinner than her denmates on close observation, with muscular legs and a silent stride—a compromise between her forest-based upbringing and the mixture of rogue and RiverClan in her blood. Her face isn’t terribly expressive; however, her dull green eyes are easy to read.
PERSONALITY
Primary goal: Become strong enough to protect herself and her loved ones Secondary goal: Learn everything she can about the forest Fears: Being helpless, dogs, losing her family
Though she often comes across as quiet or even aloof, Thrushnose isn’t half as stuffy as first impressions suggest. An appeal to her curiosity is the surest way to bring her out of her shell. Her favorite knowledge is the practical kind; if she can’t find a purpose for something she’s learned, she’ll make one. She’s been known to jump into nonsensical ventures purely because they interest her—but when she encounters something she truly disagrees with, StarClan themselves can’t make her budge. She brings this stubborn certainty to every choice she makes. This thorough, grounded mindset is useful in day-to-day life, but she struggles to accommodate the unexpected. Guided predominantly by her own morals, Thrushnose pays little mind to tradition and the opinions of strangers; still, she prefers familiar company while forging into the unknown.
Made of angles with a strangely soft face, the figure Emberleap cuts is far from intimidating. His large ears and round eyes give him an edge when it comes to finding prey—an advantage counteracted by his off-white pelt, which, despite its dark, mottled “points,” sticks out in the night like a cardinal’s feathers. Mud spikes up his short fur more often than not. He’s always shifting in place or scurrying about as if he has somewhere to be. Like any warrior, however, he isn’t to be underestimated; his skinny frame and uncertain steps belie the carefully-honed muscle beneath. His eyes are a clear, vibrant blue.
PERSONALITY
Primary goal: Find where he belongs Secondary goal: Reconcile his Asylum past with his ShadowClan present Fears: Abandonment, WindClan
Meeting the awkward-yet-eager Emberleap can be just about overwhelming. He’s always ready with a helping paw, no matter how dirty or difficult the work might be. Ask him for a pebble, and he’ll bring you a mountain. Though—or perhaps because—he tries so hard to be useful, his tendency to exhaust himself keeping the promises he makes causes as many problems as it solves. Emberleap does nothing by halves, for a simple reason: in his eyes, everything he has is conditional. He holds himself to a brutally high standard, certain any misstep on his part could be the one that makes his loved ones wise up…and, of course, holds those around him to no standard at all, bending to the slightest hint of hostility. For all his rambling, he rarely speaks about himself or his troubles; new bonds form slowly, and he lets old ones go without a fight.
From their small build to their long limbs to their tiny paws, Flywhisker looks like they belong in the maze of tunnels beneath WindClan’s moor. However, the grace and assuredness with which they carry themself is pure RiverClan—as are the webbed toes they show off to anyone who dares question their heritage. They are heavier than most of their Clanmates and, to their eternal chagrin, seem to have better luck hunting land prey than fish. Aside from their persistently scraggly tail, their short, ink-black fur is sleek, shiny, and well cared for. Their sharp, coppery-orange eyes almost blend in with their pelt.
PERSONALITY
Primary goal: Prove themself to be a loyal RiverClan warrior Secondary goal: Live according to StarClan and the warrior code Fears: Letting RiverClan down, starvation
[WIP: subject to change]
» Blunt, confident, well-meaning but a touch self-centered » Actually fifteen different insecurities in a trench fur coat » Firm believer in fate, luck, all things unseen, and StarClan » By-the-book, idealistic, values “honor” even when unsafe/unwise » Black-and-white worldview; quick to trust/idolize “good” cats » Good at taking the initiative, especially for RiverClan’s sake » Brave to the point of recklessness...mostly out of spite(?) » Quick to anger (esp. when vulnerable); also quick to cool off » Has a tiny complex about their half-Clan origins it’s fine
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FLYWHISKER
