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FanClans and Tribes / Re: -|♦|- The Diamondbacks [signups] -|♦|-
« on: November 01, 2012, 07:30:28 pm »
Why thank you. :3
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FanClans and Tribes / Re: |•| ᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴄʟᴀɴ |•| sɪɢɴ ᴜᴘs |•|
« on: November 01, 2012, 04:29:00 pm »
Hey! 
Thank you. :3
Thank you. :3
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FanClans and Tribes / Re: -|♦|- The Diamondbacks [signups] -|♦|-
« on: November 01, 2012, 12:22:37 pm »
Nickname: Flint
Cat Name: Brass
Rank: Student
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Strong, confident, absorbing blue eyes, dark tabby fur
Personality: {On the outside;; Confident, Clever, Manipulative} {{On the inside;; Compassionate, Intelligent, Vengeful}}
Other: The Diamondbacks killed his sister.
Cat Name: Brass
Rank: Student
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Strong, confident, absorbing blue eyes, dark tabby fur
Personality: {On the outside;; Confident, Clever, Manipulative} {{On the inside;; Compassionate, Intelligent, Vengeful}}
Other: The Diamondbacks killed his sister.
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FanClans and Tribes / Re: |•| ᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴄʟᴀɴ |•| sɪɢɴ ᴜᴘs |•|
« on: November 01, 2012, 05:47:52 am »
Thanks XD
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Character Archives / Re: Charredstrike//ShadowClan Warrior
« on: November 01, 2012, 05:47:07 am »
Alright, thanks. XD
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FanClans and Tribes / Re: |•| ᴄᴏᴀsᴛᴄʟᴀɴ |•| sɪɢɴ ᴜᴘs |•|
« on: October 30, 2012, 02:38:18 pm »
Name
Orcapaw
Rank Desired
Trainee
Gender
Tom
Personality
Orcapaw is a quiet, independent tom. While he can be anti-social,
he prides himself on his good sense and also his loyalty to his clanmates.
He can seem mean and standoffish, but inside, his heart is as big as an orca.
Appearance
Orcapaw has a coarse, brown pelt, which is often matted with mud.
His dark brown eyes often seem distant, but when he's in battle training,
the strong young tom has an intimidating amount of focus.
Other
Could he develop a crush on Celestialpaw?
Also, he's about halfway through his training.
Orcapaw
Rank Desired
Trainee
Gender
Tom
Personality
Orcapaw is a quiet, independent tom. While he can be anti-social,
he prides himself on his good sense and also his loyalty to his clanmates.
He can seem mean and standoffish, but inside, his heart is as big as an orca.
Appearance
Orcapaw has a coarse, brown pelt, which is often matted with mud.
His dark brown eyes often seem distant, but when he's in battle training,
the strong young tom has an intimidating amount of focus.
Other
Could he develop a crush on Celestialpaw?
Also, he's about halfway through his training.
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Character Archives / Charredstrike//ShadowClan Warrior
« on: October 30, 2012, 02:11:59 pm »N a m e ; ;
Charredstrike
G e n d e r ; ;
Tom
C l a n ; ;
ShadowClan
R a n k ; ;
Warrior
A p p e a r a n c e ; ;
Charredstrike is very mysterious black tom. He's also a very ferocious fighter, and his size is intimidating. He has fun rolling around and getting down and dirty, which leads to his thick, black fur being caked in mud more than once a day, and it isn't uncommon for another warrior to find him wriggling on the ground like a playful kit. However, when it's time for a fight, Charredstrike puts all jokes aside, and a dangerous gleam enters his bright yellow eyes. He pulls out his sharp claws and gets ready to snap his strong jaws and power his strong muscles.
P i c t u r e ; ;
P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;
Charredstrike has some very strange habits, such as rolling around in dirt and mud like a kit and making sure there are no butterflies in view before he attacks prey. Still, there is an intelligence detectable in only his eyes, and certainly not his actions, which tells of a clever, but rather withdrawn tom whose real self is stuck behind his large body and thick fur. Charredstrike isn't a tom who talks overly much, but he's not afraid to add his input when it comes to important matters, despite his generally quiet and antisocial behavior. The one thing that's clear about the tom is his protective feelings for his clanmates.
H i s t o r y ; ;
Charredstrike's mother was a rogue, his father killed before his eyes when he was a kit. Horribly saddened by the death of the strong, brave tom, his mother abandoned Char. The kit was lucky when a kind ShadowClan cat found him on a patrol and brought him back to the camp. However, moons later, as Charredstrike began training, there was a bout along the border that his patrol came across between two rogues. Too late, he recognized his mother, and he watched as she died at the other rogue's paws. Later, going back, Charredpaw found a butterfly sitting on the ground where his mother had passed away, and since then, he has secretly believed that butterflies are holy creatures, though he has never confessed his suspicions.
R o l e p l a y s a m p l e / / H i s t o r y ; ;
Charredpaw followed the patrol out of camp, excitement welling up inside of him. Today's patrol would be his first patrol ever, and it had taken him a lot of dedication and effort to earn the clan's trust once they'd learned his mother was a rogue. Now, though, he was a dedicated apprentice, and he was determined to show that more than ever today.
Checking the borders, as his mentor had explained, was very important, and had to be done constantly. If they didn't check the borders, those stupid ThunderClan cats or snobbish RiverClan cats would take their territory; WindClan was too weak a clan to ever really be a threat. Having only ever heard this, this was what Charredpaw believed, and when the other warriors tensed because they detected foreign scents on the border, Charredpaw was fully ready to dig his claws into the flank of any cat who tried to trespass.
The whole patrol was caught by surprise when it wasn't a couple rogues traveling together, but rather a couple of rogues fighting one another ferociously, their fighting only breaking up long enough to circle each other, regain their breath, and launch themselves back at their opponent with earsplitting caterwauls. It took a few moments for the ShadowClan cats to react, then they were trying to launch themselves into the brawl.
Before Charredpaw could join his clanmates, the battle seemed to break up, this time because one of the rogues, a black furred, scarred she-cat had been wounded, and if the blood was anything to go by, it was fatal. All of the cats looked at one another, then the rogue tom who'd injured the she-cat bolted off, away from ShadowClan territory. The patrol was left to decide what to do with the she-cat.
Soon enough, it became apparent that nothing needed to be done; the she-cat was nearly dying. Finally, Charredpaw gathered the courage to approach the dying cat to see what was going on, and his eyes widened, just as the rogue's did.
"Ch-Char?" the she-cat croaked, her throat dry, but her body tense.
"Mother!" Charredpaw bent down to hear the next words the she-cat rasped out.
"My wonderful, beautiful kit, Char, I love you."
It was with those words that the she-cat, no longer a rogue in Charredpaw's mind, died.
Charredstrike
G e n d e r ; ;
Tom
C l a n ; ;
ShadowClan
R a n k ; ;
Warrior
A p p e a r a n c e ; ;
Charredstrike is very mysterious black tom. He's also a very ferocious fighter, and his size is intimidating. He has fun rolling around and getting down and dirty, which leads to his thick, black fur being caked in mud more than once a day, and it isn't uncommon for another warrior to find him wriggling on the ground like a playful kit. However, when it's time for a fight, Charredstrike puts all jokes aside, and a dangerous gleam enters his bright yellow eyes. He pulls out his sharp claws and gets ready to snap his strong jaws and power his strong muscles.
P i c t u r e ; ;
P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;
Charredstrike has some very strange habits, such as rolling around in dirt and mud like a kit and making sure there are no butterflies in view before he attacks prey. Still, there is an intelligence detectable in only his eyes, and certainly not his actions, which tells of a clever, but rather withdrawn tom whose real self is stuck behind his large body and thick fur. Charredstrike isn't a tom who talks overly much, but he's not afraid to add his input when it comes to important matters, despite his generally quiet and antisocial behavior. The one thing that's clear about the tom is his protective feelings for his clanmates.
H i s t o r y ; ;
Charredstrike's mother was a rogue, his father killed before his eyes when he was a kit. Horribly saddened by the death of the strong, brave tom, his mother abandoned Char. The kit was lucky when a kind ShadowClan cat found him on a patrol and brought him back to the camp. However, moons later, as Charredstrike began training, there was a bout along the border that his patrol came across between two rogues. Too late, he recognized his mother, and he watched as she died at the other rogue's paws. Later, going back, Charredpaw found a butterfly sitting on the ground where his mother had passed away, and since then, he has secretly believed that butterflies are holy creatures, though he has never confessed his suspicions.
R o l e p l a y s a m p l e / / H i s t o r y ; ;
Charredpaw followed the patrol out of camp, excitement welling up inside of him. Today's patrol would be his first patrol ever, and it had taken him a lot of dedication and effort to earn the clan's trust once they'd learned his mother was a rogue. Now, though, he was a dedicated apprentice, and he was determined to show that more than ever today.
Checking the borders, as his mentor had explained, was very important, and had to be done constantly. If they didn't check the borders, those stupid ThunderClan cats or snobbish RiverClan cats would take their territory; WindClan was too weak a clan to ever really be a threat. Having only ever heard this, this was what Charredpaw believed, and when the other warriors tensed because they detected foreign scents on the border, Charredpaw was fully ready to dig his claws into the flank of any cat who tried to trespass.
The whole patrol was caught by surprise when it wasn't a couple rogues traveling together, but rather a couple of rogues fighting one another ferociously, their fighting only breaking up long enough to circle each other, regain their breath, and launch themselves back at their opponent with earsplitting caterwauls. It took a few moments for the ShadowClan cats to react, then they were trying to launch themselves into the brawl.
Before Charredpaw could join his clanmates, the battle seemed to break up, this time because one of the rogues, a black furred, scarred she-cat had been wounded, and if the blood was anything to go by, it was fatal. All of the cats looked at one another, then the rogue tom who'd injured the she-cat bolted off, away from ShadowClan territory. The patrol was left to decide what to do with the she-cat.
Soon enough, it became apparent that nothing needed to be done; the she-cat was nearly dying. Finally, Charredpaw gathered the courage to approach the dying cat to see what was going on, and his eyes widened, just as the rogue's did.
"Ch-Char?" the she-cat croaked, her throat dry, but her body tense.
"Mother!" Charredpaw bent down to hear the next words the she-cat rasped out.
"My wonderful, beautiful kit, Char, I love you."
It was with those words that the she-cat, no longer a rogue in Charredpaw's mind, died.
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