[OOC] Trial of Shadows | Warrior Cats

[Marlowe]

Can't wait to see the characters!

[nyoom]

Quick question, are we going by the canon Warrior Code?

Also, might make a different character for MistClan and save my loner for another clan. :)

[Marlowe]

@nyoom Yep, we're going by the canon warrior code despite the fact that nobody really follows it in the end!

[savannahssu]

@Ambra I wanted to ask if I could make a character for the leader of DuskClan for later down the road? Obviously you don't know which Clan you're gonna switch focus to later but DuskClan sounds cool as fuck and is totally my aesthetic xD Obviously I'm going to make a character for MistClan, but would I be able to reserve a spot for my second character as leader?

[Marlowe]

@savannahssu Someone asked for leader, so you can be deputy!

[savannahssu]

For DuskClan? I didn't see that in the list when I looked through it?

[Marlowe]

I think @Apoalo said he wanted leader, but I'm not sure.

Also, if you haven't joined the discord, please make sure you do~

[The Elvenqueen]

*gently places him* :3

Eelpond, med cat of MistClan

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Name: Eelpond
Age: 36 moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: MistClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Appearance: A sleek, mostly white cat with black patches on his face around his ears, and a mostly black tail. Eelpond is also polydactyl, he has one extra toe on each front paw.
Personality: Compassionate and good-natured, Eelpond is a devoted healer to the Clan and, despite his young age, seems to have an eidetic memory for herbs and their combinations, always able to figure out what is needed to treat various ailments. He’s patient and gentle, even with the surliest of cats - many in the Clan would swear he is incapable of getting angry at all! Though this is not the case and he simply has a very high tolerance level.
Biography: Born and raised in MistClan for his entire life, Eelkit’s mother had a difficult pregnancy and he was the only surviving kit of his litter, with his two siblings being stillborn. As a result, his parents doted on him and showered him with love and affection, ensuring that the young tom grew to always treat others in the same way. He was not a particularly weak kit, but he didn’t enjoy hurting others, even if the other kits in the nursery were only play fighting, so he often found himself getting minor scrapes and bruises when he simply let them hit him instead of retaliating.
This, coupled with the strange mutation in his toes meaning his parents often asked him to be checked over, meant Eelkit spent a lot of time (in frequency, not necessarily the length of time he was in the den itself as they were only minor injuries) within the medicine den, and there he developed a fascination for the work of the Clan’s healer. The elderly medicine cat had taken a shine to his curious questions as well, and when it came time for Eelkit to become Eelpaw, instead of becoming a regular apprentice, he became the medicine cat apprentice and took to it like, well...a fish to water. Eelpaw soaked up each bit of knowledge imparted to him and his mentor was more than glad to pass the torch on to him once he got too old. Eelpond earned his full name about 6 moons ago, bestowed to him by his mentor before they retired to the elder’s den. Eelpond is now the full-fledged medicine cat to the Clan, and has taken on a new apprentice of his own to pass on his knowledge to them: I’ll put the name here when I know what they’re called LOL.
Apprentice?: TBA, will fill this in once blindwoofer has submitted them!
Mate?: N/A (potentially open to some good ol’ forbidden romance for drama, hit me up to discuss if you wanna work something out!)
Kits?: N/A

If someone wants to make his former mentor as an elder NPC too that's cool, go for it! I left it vague on purpose so you could kinda do whatever you want with it :D

[Marlowe]

@The Elvenqueen Eelpond is accepted!

[The Elvenqueen]

@Ambra Hooray, thank you! :D

[PrankFox]

Silverflight-Deputy

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Name: Silverflight

Age: 45 Moons

Gender: Female

Clan: Mistclan

Rank: Deputy

Appearance: A slender, light silvery she-cat with black markings and pale blue-green eyes.

Personality: Silverflight is a stern but caring deputy. She will always put her clan and leader before everything else without a second thought. She puts forward a front of calm discipline and order when she is around the clan, but she also likes to take the time to get to know each of her clanmates at a personal level. She cares more for her clan than herself and will not hesitate to give her life for what she believes is right. Despite her stern exterior she also will "accidentally" turn her back to some of the plots that the apprentices come up with, provided they aren't too dangerous.

Biography: A full blooded Mistclan cat and proud of it. Silverflight, and her brother Badgerpelt, were born to the clan on a chilly, early leafbare day and unfortunately her mother and other sister, Streamkit, didn't survive the harsh winter that followed. She and her brother instead were raised by the other queens in the nursery, almost like they had multiple mothers which suited them just fine. Their father, Alderclaw, thankfully took a great interest into the well being of his kits, and despite the loss of his mate cared for them just as he would've if she had survived. The two kits spent all of their time together doing anything and everything around camp, mostly getting underneath the paws of the warriors and leader. As an apprentice Silverpaw still held onto that fun and mischievous nature, but grew quickly to respect the Warrior Code and all cats, no matter which clan they came from. Once she gained her warrior name and had trained an apprentice of her own their former leader passed and, much to her surprise, she was named deputy of Mistclan. She felt everything was going well for them until her father turned up dead shortly after she gained her position. One of the first to die to the string of killings around the clans.

Apprentice?: TBD

Mate?: TBD

Kits?: TBD

Nightpaw

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Name: Nightpaw

Age: 10 Moons

Gender: Male

Clan: Mistclan

Rank: Apprentice

Appearance: A rather bulky and fluffy black tom with green eyes.

Personality: Nightpaw is a bright and intelligent apprentice with an extreme interest in learning everything that he possibly can about the Warrior Code and the other clans. He is kind and understanding when it comes to the struggles of his clanmates and tries to help whenever and wherever he can. He doesn't care what the task is or how menial it is, if it helps his clan then he will do it with no fuss. While he works hard at training he does also enjoy getting into mischief with the other apprentices and can frequently be seen playing with the kits nearby the nursery when he has a free moment.

Biography: Nightpaw had a standard upbringing so far in the clan with both of his parents but no siblings. That may be why he enjoys spending so much time with the kits and other apprentices, since he never really experienced having siblings of his own. This never stopped him from getting into trouble by himself, even to the point of trying to sneak out of camp to explore. His curiosity seems to know no bounds. Even as an apprentice he still likes to sit and listen to the stories the elders tell about how things were moons before he was born, and wonder why things are so different. He doesn't really understand everything that is happening around the territory, but he knows that things are going wrong and he wants to do what he can to help stop it.

Apprentice?: NA

Mate?: Nope

Kits?: Nope

Lionfang

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Name: Lionfang

Age: 38 Moons

Gender: Male

Clan: Mistclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance: Large golden colored tom with a thick pelt and light brown eyes

Personality: Lionfang is loud and brash, much more similar to the ThornClan cats of the cliffs than the Mistclan cats he's grown up around. He excels at combat and his thick coat provides him a great deal of protection when it comes to fending off teeth and claws. His larger size is much more of an advantage when it comes to catching fish from the shore, but stalking and stealth are definitely not his strong suit. He likes to be in the thick of things at any point in time. He is more of a playful spirit, almost childish at times, but with all of the terrible things going on in the territory he tries to make a point to keep his clanmates spirits up if he can.

Biography: Lionfang isn't sure as to who his parents are. He was found on the Mistclan border alone and near death. He was brought to camp and raised with other kits that were around his age. He wasn't told until after his warrior ceremony that he wasn't a born Mistclan cat, and for a short time he was unsure of where his loyalties should lie since he had no real blood connection to the clan. Ultimately he decided that since he knew nothing of who he would've been outside of the clan his loyalty was to the ones who had raised and trained him, but he does have a subconscious desire to know who his parents are and why they left him alone so many moons ago.

Apprentice?: TBD

Mate?: TBD

Kits?: TBD

[Jeep Wrangler]

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BranchFall

	BranchFall The Misguided One 22 Moons Tom Warrior | MistClan

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Appearance

Being a rather well-built yet slender tom has had its cons over the moons of his life. BranchFall is what anyone would call insignificant. Nothing really stands out. A rather meagre peanut-brown coat striped with hickory tones leaves him on the balance of blending with the darkest regions and lighter areas of the marshlands. At the belly, fritters of a snowy white fluff adds just that tiniest bit of flair. His fur sits in moderate coating, giving him just enough to brave light winters and not too much to melt him in the heat of a greenleaf heatwave. As a final note, his tail is fairly lengthy, enough to very rarely get in the way of movement and concealment.

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Personality

BranchFall, despite his age, has never been perceived as adventurous or a conversationalist unless prompted. Reserved, independent and occasionally withdrawn from his clanmates, he's spent the extent of his time living within the clan as a faded figure in the background of everyone else. Whether its from a sense of alienation or lack of belonging, without a link to the earliest of moons he cherished, some have described him as introverted or even cynical at the worst of times. Truth be told, Branch has the capability to be outgoing, spirited and engaging with those around him as proven in secrecy many moons before, but with a general sense of confusion over himself he tends to restrict those emotions for only the closest of friends.

As for loyalty to the clans, BranchFall's is more out of obedience and holding his circumstances in which he instigated. This makes him a capable warrior at the least and a hesitant one at the hardest of choices, unsure of how kindly his upbringing had been around clancats in which he felt no connection to. After all, when your birthplace bears no acknowledgement to his legitimacy, and with sceptics in his own clan suspicious on his characteristics. If a cat can turn his tail on his own clan once before, he is capable of doing it again. And thus, the assumptions had ran his personality to gentle obscurity. Not to mention, BranchFall's inability to let go of his innate love for climbing can be seen as a statement of whether he actually let go of his upbringing at all.

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Biography

Twenty-two moons ago, amongst a litter of four, a small peanut coloured kit had been born in BirchClan. Under the maternity of HoneyFoot, each of the four kits experienced a relatively comfortable upbringing. Three shes and a tom, with the latter being the sprightly BranchKit. Familial affection was at the forefront of his existence. The days were spent playing, eating and curiously asking their mother with questions unending. These were the fondest of memories. Life was full of innocence amidst what many considered to be the most secure clan to be a part of. Life was plentiful and food was rarely scarce in those early moons. The more he spent spectating the warriors as they came through, sharing their boastful stories of prowess and power, the more he became fascinated with the idea that he would also represent the clan similarly in his hopeful future. Although failing at his young age, he stepped away from his sisters' playing to climb rocks inside the camp, much to the humour of HoneyFoot.

Time passed, as it always did. Sooner than he imagined, he reached 6 moons of age and was granted the pathway to an apprenticeship. Another highlight of his life, one of pride and gratitude, he found himself being placed under the mentoring of a rather peculiar figure: a certain sand-coloured she named DuneWind. Now, DuneWind had been a slight figure of contest within the clan for quite some time. She was add odds with BranchPaw's own mother in previous moons and had a reputation for speaking supposedly unwarranted opinions that tarnished her image. And whilst this worried, and frustrated, HoneyFoot greatly, reasons going as far as giving DuneWind the chance to reason herself through given responsibility soon reassured her that Branch was in safe paws. Given time, things seemed like so for the first moon. Dune was a rather excellent tutor nonetheless, going as far as to help BranchPaw practice through regular sundown hours.

All of this built up an impression within BranchPaw that his mentor was something special, a figure of difference that was not afraid to go against the norm providing it didn't break the code. He began to trust her immediately, finding his second moon to be a time of reformation. She shaped him to be what she thought could be the best warrior of her own accord. However, the peace began to distil. DuneWind would commonly ramble about her infighting with other clancats and warriors, feeding the apprentice with a worldview of complete bias. And he blindly agreed, not knowing the extent of the rabbit hole she'd dug for herself. His trust in her made his mentor feel comfortable, ultimately strengthening their bond beyond regression.

Then came such a day where it all changed. DuneWind, in a rather brooding state, approached BranchPaw as he trained with another apprentice, taking him aside and speaking with an almost radicalised point of view. She spoke ill of the leadership, more than she usually did, and made claims dissimilar to conspiracy and murder against her. Over the next few days, she denounced the clan further until she began influencing BranchPaw himself. His trusted mentor, someone who treated him with admiration, felt threatened by those in power, and so he did too. And by the next day, they decided as mentor and apprentice to abandon BirchClan and to join the neighbouring and contested MistClan, under the guise that they were welcomed.

Transitioning was the turning point of Branch's life. He blindly left his lonesome mother, three sisters and high reputation behind for what he perceived as justified. And all to join a clan he had no experience with, no understanding of or reasoning with their culture. But he did it. For what he thought was himself, but mostly for the likes of DuneWind. The transaction of lives was costly. He was integrated haphazardly without much care and egregious eyes of his fellow apprentices, restarting his training to fit the crowd he couldn't call home. And a half-moon later, a second tragedy rocked his existence. DuneWind was found dead on the border with BirchClan. BranchPaw didn't listen to the reasons why. He just mourned the last connection to his previous life. Without much direction, he stayed put in MistClan as soon as he learnt of his unwelcomed reputation back in his birthplace.

Finally, things steadied on with little excitement. He was reassigned under a new mentor, named FinchNose, and completed his training without any real connection. He wasn't sure if the other apprentices took him as one of their own. Some conversed about him and others just treated him as a normal figure of a confused nature. Whatever they thought, BranchPaw didn't believe he belonged there. And, after an additional seven moons of training, he eventually was accepted as BranchFall. Perhaps it was to highlight his fall from honour, grace or loyalty. It didn't matter. He had achieved his dream. To be a warrior, to do other clancats proud. Except he was somewhere else, with faceless cats who hadn't seen him grow up. A void remained unfilled. BranchFall, now the cat he barely recognised himself, left himself to see what life would throw at him. He had no mate. He had few friends he could fully discern. He just did his job and continued his role as expected, wary of what sceptical eyes looked at his scrambled intentions.

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Affiliations

Family

HoneyFoot
Ever since he left BirchClan, BranchFall has not seen nor heard much about his mother. She supposedly has returned to her life as a warrior, letting her age carry her through the ranks of respect with her peers. BranchFall does not say much about her unless prompted, and even then tries to abstain from voicing his opinion. However, regardless of his silence, he still loves her with his entire heart, and aches to know she may never feel such a way back.

ReedCoat | AshTongue
Two of BranchFall's sisters are still alive, with NewtFeet having turned up dead several moons ago. BranchFall has had little interaction with them, mostly boiling down to meeting by chance on the border. ReedCoat is much more tolerant and accepting of his presence, AshTongue holds no respect for him anymore. At the Splintered Rocks, she does everything in her power to stay away from him, whereas Reed may attempt conversation if the eyes of her friends, family and clanmates aren't upon her. Thus, their relationship is in complete tatters.

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Lemme know if you want any changes

[Marlowe]

@PrankFox Accepted~

@LetMeDoStuff Accepted!

[Apoalo]

I did want Duskclan leader haha. Great minds think alike haha.

[Marlowe]

@Apoalo Awesome, come to the discord when you can~

[Apoalo]

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Froststorm, the Diplomat

Name: Froststorm
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Warrior
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Froststorm

Personality: While a skilled fighter when facing down one opponent, one of the better actually, Froststorm's primary strength was her quick wit, sharp tongue, and skill for diplomacy. Froststorm uses words first and will only resort to violence if there's absolutely no other choice. She is a ready helper around camp and likes to take time to simply talk to the other Warriors. She's no medicine-cat but being a veteran of a few scraps and battles she understands that sometimes people just need to discuss what happened and explain their feelings. Understanding and caring for all, but a zealous protectiveness for Kits and younger Apprentices when they are placed in danger. She's a bit of an enigma with varying traits countering others at times. She's also still growing that personality, with a bit of ambition creeping in on her as she eyes the Deputy position.

Biography: Froststorm grew up in Mistclan as a kit of interest. Not only her pelt color, but the growth she exhibited early on. She was apprenticed to one of the senior Warriors and served as one of the more promising Apprentices in terms of one-on-one fighting and hunting. Most of her apprenticeship was simple affairs and normal duties but her mentor was one of the best fighters and Froststorm was routinely asked to accompany him on escorts, patrols, and participated in a large number of skirmishes. Frostpaw was given her warrior name after preventing a battle between Thornclan and Birchclan near the Birchclan border. Frostpaw personally stepped between the two rival Clans and negotiated peace as a neutral party so no blood would be spent, while her mentor looked on protectively. She gained the respect of both the other clans and when Frostpaw's leader heard of how the Apprentice carried herself they gave Frostpaw her warrior name, Froststorm. She has since then continued to serve as a diplomat to the differing clans but also as a very wise, and strong warrior showing a great ability to teach.
Apprentice?: N/A (Open to one!)
Mate?: None
Kits?: None, though her heart is set on it.

[Marlowe]

@Apoalo Accepted!

[Apoalo]

Main

Froststorm, the Diplomat

Name: Froststorm
Age: 26 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:

Froststorm

Personality: While a skilled fighter when facing down one opponent, one of the better actually, Froststorm's primary strength was her quick wit, sharp tongue, and skill for diplomacy. Froststorm uses words first and will only resort to violence if there's absolutely no other choice. She is a ready helper around camp and likes to take time to simply talk to the other Warriors. She's no medicine-cat but being a veteran of a few scraps and battles she understands that sometimes people just need to discuss what happened and explain their feelings. Understanding and caring for all, but a zealous protectiveness for Kits and younger Apprentices when they are placed in danger. She's a bit of an enigma with varying traits countering others at times. She's also still growing that personality, with a bit of ambition creeping in on her as she eyes the Deputy position.

Biography: Froststorm grew up in Mistclan as a kit of interest. Not only her pelt color, but the growth she exhibited early on. She was apprenticed to one of the senior Warriors and served as one of the more promising Apprentices in terms of one-on-one fighting and hunting. Most of her apprenticeship was simple affairs and normal duties but her mentor was one of the best fighters and Froststorm was routinely asked to accompany him on escorts, patrols, and participated in a large number of skirmishes. Frostpaw was given her warrior name after preventing a battle between Thornclan and Birchclan near the Birchclan border. Frostpaw personally stepped between the two rival Clans and negotiated peace as a neutral party so no blood would be spent, while her mentor looked on protectively. She gained the respect of both the other clans and when Frostpaw's leader heard of how the Apprentice carried herself they gave Frostpaw her warrior name, Froststorm. She has since then continued to serve as a diplomat to the differing clans but also as a very wise, and strong warrior showing a great ability to teach.
Apprentice?: N/A (Open to one!)
Mate?: None
Kits?: None, though her heart is set on it.

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Skypaw the Apprentice

Name: Skypaw
Age: 8 Moons
Gender: Tom
Clan: Mistclan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:

Skypaw

Personality: A dare-devil to the very core, Skypaw has been a handful ever since he was old enough to walk. He just may hold the record for nursery escapes and has been found many times swimming, or lounging upon the reeds, or chasing insects by practicing his 'pouncing'. It's a miracle he lived through his early years but he surely represents the saying of curiosity killed the cat. He can't stand sitting still, and even when attending meetings or being washed he's moving some part of his body and squirms as if he was being burned. Skypaw gained a bit of self-control as he aged up, his mother being one of the fiercest Queens within the nursery, a no-nonsense She-cat who had her hands full but was committed to bringing up a cat that would serve the clan well.

He has grown to have a true compass of morality, and while naive he routinely states things so matter-of-fact to even stump an Elder for a moment with his look on life and duty. He has grown up only wanting to be a Warrior and thus his restless nature has evolved into a hunger for self-improvement so he can reach those goals.

Biography: Skykit was born to the now aging but still fierce Queen Gingertalon who would have her last litter of kittens. The birthing did not go well, and Skykit lost two brothers and a sister being the sole survivor. Gingertalon took a fierce protective nature over her last surviving kit and could be considered smothering. Unfortunately for her, Skykit was not going to be smothered and constantly snuck out for adventures. He single-handedly caused so much chaos they forced a Warrior to watch him and ensure he didn't endanger the clan any longer with his antics. It was around this time that he was sat down and had a hard talk with the leader and his mother about clan life and where he was going to fit. His pride finally won out over his curiosity and he started working towards mending the reputation he had created for himself.

Eventually, he was ready for an apprenticeship and instead of the trouble-maker he became known instead for his deep insights seemingly random during conversations. The young Apprentice doesn't really notice, simply saying what pops into his head, but his potential is sure.
Apprentice?: He is one!
Mate?: None.
Kits?: None.

NPC

Slatestar

Name: Slatekit, Slatepaw, Slatescar, Slatestar
Age: 45 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Duskclan
Rank: Leader
Appearance:

Slatestar

Short Description: Not a whole lot is known about Slatestar, just like her clan she remains in the shadows. The rumors however are that she was conceived by a wild animal and clan-cat and that she has an insatiable desire for fighting. Her pelt is the color of the darkness with not a single shred of white to be seen. Blue eyes, a rarity among those with black pelts shine with intelligence and cunning. She is merciless and whispers say she engineered the removal of the previous Duskclan leader 10 moons prior. Slatestar is diminutive in size but more than makes up for it in speed, sinew, and ruthlessness. Her warriors are trained to navigate the tunnels, and hunt without using their eyes so that should the Shadeclan camp be attacked her Warrior's eyes won't glow and give away their ambushes. In addition, battle training is started the second a kit reaches Apprenticeship to foster their battle readiness. Slatestar is proud and does not back down from disrespect and is known to hold a grudge for some time, striking only when her enemies think she has moved on. When they're least prepared.

[Marlowe]

@Apoalo Accepted!

[PrankFox]

NPCs-other clans

Emberstar

Appearance

Name: Emberstar (formerly Embertooth)
Age: 59 Moons
Gender: Male
Clan: Thornclan
Rank: Leader
Appearance: Thick furred, russet colored tom with a black dorsal stripe and pale green eyes
Short Description: Proud and slightly egotistical, Emberstar is quick to jump to conclusions about the intentions of the other clans, generally assuming the worst. He cares most for Thornclan and would not hesitate to leave the other clans for dead if it meant saving his own. While the other leaders may only see his worst side, his own clan sees him as a phenomenal leader who is trustworthy, strong, and puts the safety of his clanmates before his own. He's been leader of ThornClan for almost 11 moons after their former leader fell from a high part of the cliffs while attempting to fend off a mountain lion. Emberstar is the quintessential ThornClan cat: large, proud, and capable.

Foxpaw

Apperance

Name: Foxpaw
Age: 9 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Duskclan
Rank: Med-cat Apprentice
Appearance: Small calico she-cat with a white chest and paw and Amber eyes
Short Description: Foxpaw is, true to her name, small, observant, and incredibly clever. She much prefers to sit away from the action and simply watch the goings on around camp or at gatherings; listening and learning everything that she possibly can. Despite her secretive and conniving nature, like most of her clan, Foxpaw truly cares about helping her clanmates whenever they get injured or need any kind of help. She is the first to rush to an injured friend with exactly the herbs they might need along with her mentor. She chose to become a medicine cat when she watched one of the older apprentices die after an accident with a small cave in. No one, not even the medicine cat seemed to know how to help, and ever since then she wanted to learn everything she can, and maybe figure out even more, so that kind of thing never happens again.