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Post by Jinx on Jan 26, 2014 9:10:17 GMT -5
To get the site-wide plot up on its feet, I'm going to start adopting out my character's deceased family members, and I encourage you all to do the same. I'll give you a short bit of info on each of them, and then give you the form at the bottom.
Dustclaw Nettleheart's father. Mates with Breezefoot. Handsome, light brown tabby with darker stripes and amber eyes. StarClan.
Breezefoot Nettleheart's mother. Mates with Dustclaw. Black she-cat with white dash on chest and scar across left shoulder. Dark Forest.
Brackentail Nettleheart's brother. Son of Dustclaw and Breezefoot. Powerful, dark brown tabby with amber eyes. StarClan.
Harespring Hawkstar's father-in-law. Dovetail's mate and Flamespirit's father. Gangly grey tom with yellow eyes. Dark Forest.
Dovetail Hawkstar's mother-in-law. Harespring's mate and Flamespirit's mother. Pure white she-cat with bright green eyes. StarClan.
Ravenfrost Hawkstar's mother-in-law. Brackentwist's mother. Stormy grey she-cat with green eyes. Dark Forest.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 9:38:04 GMT -5
Name: Ravenfrost
Personality: Holds a grudge against Hawkstar, and all her mother instincts have been wiped clean. Her eyes blaze with hate every time she watches Flamespirit and Hawkstar do something together. She's proud of her daughter, and her kits. She hopes that they will join her, but then again, hope has been wiped away from her feelings. She misses her Brackentwist's father dearly, but happy she's in the Dark Forest instead of the goody-two-shoes Starclan.
Describe the scene where they died: Paws thud against the Thunderclan territory. However, these weren't Thinderclan paws, they were Shadowclan paws. Ravenfrost burst through the warriors den, aiming a killing blow at one of the warrior's, but she slipped. Her jaw smashed against the ground. It didn't turn out crooked, but when she looked up, a Shadowclan warrior was standing over her. She recongnized who it was. It was Snowbird. "I'm sorry." She said. What was she sorry for? "Sorry for wha-?" Ravenfrost was cut off as a Thunderclan queen rammed into Snowbird. "She was going to kill you Ravenfrost!" Brindlefoot hissed. "O-oh." Ravenfrost realized as Snowbird fled the scene. A Shadowclan warrior pounces on Brindlefoot, but this time, Ravenfrost was here to help. They tumbled, Ravenfrost and the Shadowclanner, until her eyesight began to blacken. Her last glimpse was that of a Shadowclan warrior, his eyes shining with victory, and his mouth surrounded by blood.
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Post by Scribbles on Jan 27, 2014 16:32:19 GMT -5
name. dustclaw
personality. dustclaw is basically everything you might expect from a thunderclanner, despite the fact that he was born in riverclan. he values honesty and courage, and does his best to apply both of them to his life. he tries to be brave, but not reckless. he's protective of his family, though not so much that he might hurt someone if they snapped at his kits or mate. he isn't violent, in other words. he's peaceful, but a good fighter at the same time. he trains often, both in hunting and fighting, and enjoys teaching others.
describe the scene where they died. he couldn't believe it. a bloodclanner. a weak, scrawny bloodclanner, had pinned him. and a she-cat, at that! she was underfed, with her ribs pulling against her skin. her yellow eyes shone hungrily, and her teeth flashed in the moonlight. dustclaw could see dark, scarlet blood staining her snowy white fangs as she snarled at him. he struggled against her grip, but she dug her claws deeper into his shoulders, and he yowled in pain. he was dying. this scrawny cat was going to kill him.
with this in mind, dustclaw began frantically looking for his mate. he had to see her, just one more time before he died. there she was. she fought a hefty-looking tom, but despite the fierce scene around her, the moonlight made her look beautiful. her fur glistened, her eyes shone, and dustclaw could see powerful muscles rippling beneath her pelt. starclan, he loved her.
sharp, jagged objects dug into his neck, and dustclaw choked. black spots covered his vision, crowding around him, choking out the light. he tried to focus on breezefoot, but he was loosing consciousness. when he couldn't take anymore, he let the darkness take over. he didn't even feel his head hit the ground.
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Post by Jinx on Jan 27, 2014 20:39:51 GMT -5
You can both have them  |
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Post by Jinx on Jan 28, 2014 11:54:29 GMT -5
Adopted Breezefoot myself.^^
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Post by Mini on Feb 1, 2014 11:22:01 GMT -5
Going to apply for Harespring. |
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Post by Mini on Feb 19, 2014 14:26:56 GMT -5
Name:
Harespring
Personality:
Harespring is not the kind of cat you want to mess with. He's battle-scarred and short-tempered, with a heart as cold as stone. He loved his daughter and mate more than anything in the whole world, but to others, he was a menace. He hissed at kits and snapped apprentices. He never spoke to the elders and got angry with the queens when their kits seemed too cheerful. He preferred battle training over anything else, and trained his apprentices hard. Too hard, at times.
Describe the scene where they died:
Warm, sticky liquid ran through Harespring's fur. He choked, writhing beneath the grip of his enemy. The fox stared at him with empty, black eyes, and Harespring felt something he was not used to: fear. He wasn't going to StarClan, but he was dying. He knew where he would end up. "No. No!" his final yowl of protest was cut of as the fox ripped the life out of him. |
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Post by Jinx on Feb 24, 2014 11:57:18 GMT -5
Great job! You can have him.
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